Fuck
I failed again.
But since when have I not. I'm a failure anyway.
The prestigious white ceilings and the disapproving looks of the doctors are blinding.
And once again, my parents were not around.
Probably busy with work or those fake bullshits that they came up with to entertain me.
Jokes on me.
Looking at the faded scar marks on my wrists and arms, I bit my lips hard.
Cutting isn't working.
Neither am I.
YOU ARE READING
Courage
Short StoryI am alone in the abyss of darkness. I want to breath. I need to. I couldn't.
