Holding back breath.
Struggling to see.
Tear stained cheeks.
Stomach churning.
Heart beating frantically.
Blade shining with blood.
Trail of blood down my arm.
Open wound caused by words.
Suicide note lying on floor.
Bottle of pills out of reach.
Rope untied and cut.
Bridge too far away.
Slowly losing blood.
Slowly losing life.
Relief takes over.
Voices laugh.
Hallucinations.
Loud music played.
Rain storms sang a tune.
The tune of a new death.
A new victim to suicide.
Failure crossed the victims mind.
"What if they find me here?"
He was scared he would see the light of day.
He didn't want to wake up, ever.
The world scared him.
People scared him.
Lucky for him.
That night he died.
A puddle of blood.
Eyes fell shut.
His last breath.
Death took over.
Depression won.
Society won.
He's gone...
-Lix Writer
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
