Cold and alone
tangled in darkness
icey stabs to the heart
blood pouring and pooling
body snapping, breaking into pieces
oh, how I wish for that.
The knife, right, there in front of me
The bridge, 5 minutes away
The sleeping pills, resting under the bed
The noose, ready, hanging in the closet
The needle, full, hidden in the bathroom
The gun, loaded, in my hand
but why haven't I pulled the trigger yet?
My moment of hesitation
a knock at the door
a best friends visit and a dark discovery
a person to help
locked in a large white room
escaping into the night
running through darkness never getting caught
murderous thoughts and horrific plans
blood painting the walls
the end of it all.
YOU ARE READING
Little sad storys
RandomJust small works, i wrote in my spare time. (They may be a bit sad IDK)
