I wonder how it would feel. Just a small cut, nothing big. Maybe it will ease the pain. Maybe, maybe not. I don't know, I haven't tried yet. The thoughts keep coming to my head every now and again. I try to avoid them but the temptation builds like a sky scraper, layer after layer it gets taller. It's been hard, very hard. Seeing people everyday that think they are struggling. I haven't told anyone, I don't want to. I distract myself with drawings and books and shows. But it will always be there. Will they even miss me? Will they cry, or laugh? Will they frown, or smile? I already know they enjoy my pain, why would this be any different? It wouldn't, they'd move on like I was just a grain of sand, I won't make any difference. I don't matter in their eyes. Im nothing compared to the presidents, soldiers, God. I'm nothing and I know that. It's just who I am. I would change if I could, but I can't. I'm me, forever.
~Schmerz-pain
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Short stories {TRIGGER WARNING}
Short StoryHere are my short stories, some are very depressing. Have fun reading! Love y'all ~Maÿ
