Random Stories From My Head

Tears

My tears blurred my vision, but I still can feel them in my right palm. I unconsciously squeeze the pills in my hand. 

Honestly, I don't want to do this...but if it takes away my pain and fear, it's probably worth it...

Nobody tell me anything, but hidden underneath their silence, there's probably hate, disappointment,  glares...

Maybe they just want me gone. I already knew I was a mistake ever since I was born. My existence doesn't matter to them.

My friends...I don't even know if I should even call them friends. I can't trust them, and they usually hide a lot from me. Always ignoring me, pushing me away, making me feel bad about myself. 

But I never say anything. I guess I got this nature from my mother... I wish I could speak my mind like others, but if I do... I would probably be sent to an asylum. 

Most of my days, I just wish someone, anyone to be my friend  not someone who will bring me

Joy.

I close my eyes for a moment. Rethinking my life. Now that I think about it, my life is just so miserable... 

I reopen my eyes and clutched my right hand. I take a few short breathes before chugging them in my mouth. I swallow quickly. I grabbed the water from my desk and took a quick sip. 

I went over to my bed and laid down, facing up. I now knew that my life is going to be over, so why not die sleeping.

And that's what I did.