Sadness Hotel | Uncompleted

eighteen

"Darling, Think It Through" (written for someone else)

I had been waiting for love and hope forever. Alas, I had enough of waiting for something that basically seemed like it would never happen. I was exhausted of people treating me like I was a literal piece of shit. I felt unwanted and worthless. Useless just like a broken guitar string. The thought of suicide came to my mind and I began to contemplate my death-

Standing on the chair, ready to end it all. Once I had decided once and for all to end the pain, I kicked the chair, letting it fall back. I instantly squirmed to try and get free. The noose began to strangle me, since the noose wasn't exactly in the right position so I didn't die instantly. The excruciating pain.. was enough for me. I realized that I may have actually had hope if I tried to be positive and not negative. The shit in high school didn't matter because when school ended, I would be able to escape from everyone. I only had to hold on for a bit more. Perhaps, it was true that everything does get better even if it takes a long time.

Inhale, exhale. Why isn't this working-...

And just like that. Death overcame me.