The burning light

Sacrifice

A gun, held in the hand of a murder. She smirks while she pulls the trigger. The bright light that the gun gives of flashes and he is gone. He is there, on the ground. Waiting for the acceptance of death. His hand on the wound, his heart beat fades. She cries because she did not fully understand. The bullet that vacated it's way through his body was gold with a silver cap. She killed him for the unknown. She believed that he had been nothing but a lier but the whole time he was just trying to prove the words he said. She lied the gun on the floor and walked away. The shivers that the fluorescent lights gave off were uncannily arbitrary. His life is gone but the memories are not. The puddle of blood expanded through out time. Time ticked and nothing changed but the way the girl felt. He gave his life for her. I had wanted more but she took it all away as soon as i asked. Make the right choices, you'll go far., they said but in reality, I'm tired of moving. I'm tired of the everyday grind. Have you ever just wanted to lay in bed for the rest of your life? Not because it's comfortable or because you're tired but because you're tired of dealing with your issues. That's how I've felt since young. Not that I have many issues but because those that do, I try and help but they reject me for no purpose. I try my best and fail but that's the last thing you wanna hear. Some guy sharing his story of conflicts and for what? Views on an app? No. To realize that you should appreciate everything in your life because someone doesn't have it. So be kind and love... you know what? Fuck it, fuck love, fuck caring. It hasn't gained me shit and it won't. Do what you want and make yourself happy. Be selfish, please because people like me that sit here and care all day just get screwed over.
That's all I got tonight. Fuck I'm so done.