I'm tired. Tired of everything. Tired of almost anyone. What have I done to derseve this hell of a life? It's so revealing that my life could be over at any given time. Does anyone even care about me? About what I have to say? I feel so abandoned. From literally everyone. Sitting in silence and nobody notices the pain I have to feel. My heart feels so heavy. It feels like an eternity until it ends. If it would ever end. It never really stopped. Will it ever stop? I want it to stop. Now. Please now. Now. Now. Can you hear me? Please make it stop. Now. I can't stand the pain anymore. Please. Why. Please. I may sound poetic but it isn't. This blood was never beautiful, it was just red.
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From the book with my thoughts I'll never write
Short StoryJust some late night thoughts. Sometimes it's what I'm feeling, sometimes it isn't about me.
