Hollywood Undead One-Shots

Help Me

!!Drug Use !! Suicide !! Self-Harm!!

(Matt)
Worthless. Retarded. A failiure. You should die. 1. 2. 3. 4. Blood. Lots. Heroin, Cocaine, Meth...Pills.

I saw a lot of syringes, blood and papers of words that people have said to me, I couldn't take this torment anymore, I've been taking drugs and doing self-harm to take off the edge. It never helps, I'm still hurting.

Danny came in one time and tried to stop me, he couldn't, I was too broken to be fixed. No matter the amount of love he's given me I still couldn't be the same Matt as I was before all of the pain that I was given by people.

He came in again, I wanted to be the same, I really do but I just can't. I can't live with this pain. Danny grabbed my razor and drugs then threw them away. I always get them back somehow.

I was in Dannys arms for a while now, I wasn't even paying attention, thats what happens when you're drugged up, you loose track of everything.

I was finally able to go back to my room, alone. What else is new? I'm always alone in my room able to do whatever. I grabbed my stuff from the trash and began to cut myself.

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Drip...
Drip...
Plop...
Light headed, I need more...
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Darkness...

I woke up with stitches in my arms and Danny laying on me like he was a paper weight. I rubbed his head and he burried his head into my chest and began sobbing.

"Please stop Matty! I don't like this side of you!" He said. I didn't even reply. I didn't care anymore.

But I wish I did. I didn't die, he did, Daniel Rose Murillo commited suicide because he was too depressed and I was too fucking drugged up to care.

I cry every night, I missed my boyfriend a lot. I stopped doing drugs and self-harm for the sake of him.

I couldn't take the pain of him being gone anymore, I missed the Costa Rican. I reached for a gun.

Click..

"Bang..."

Bang.