by @Taasha17
Aren't you afraid of dying?
He asks in a soft tone as he puts the knife down....
that he found me holding to my throat...
I don't answer rather I stare at his shaking hands....
that are wiping my pain away....
Was I afraid of dying?
Did l think of him in the midst of taking my life?
Did l consider his feelings?
But the truth is when you live in a world filled with darkness you don't see anything.
You don't consider anything or anyone for that matter....
When you're constantly living in a world filled with hurtful moments...
A world filled with a cloud of sadness, enveloping every aspect of your life....
There he goes again, wrapping his arms around my body....
He thinks he is comforting me....
But when in reality he is just suffocating me....
I can't breathe!
Get away from me!
I try to scream, but my words come out as heavy sobs....
He never let go....
Always suffocating me with his presence....
Doesn't he get that sometimes I need to be left alone....
No I'm not afraid of dying I finally raise my voice
He looks at me like I have grown an extra head
I'm afraid of you finding me like this
I'm afraid of not being successful
I'm afraid of not being successful at killing myself
I finally admit out loud
YOU ARE READING
Here Alone
Storie breviThese are just random short stories I write whenever I can't sleep. Don't get confused none of the things I write occurred. I write these stories for people who enjoy reading short stories before bed.
