That night, I sat in my room for hours just crying and thinking. I cut, deep, trying to remember that I can still feel. I thought that killing myself could be an answer.
I grabbed some pills and a cup of water from downstairs, at the time no one was home so I thought this will be perfect. I didn't write a suicide note or anything.
I sat on my bed with the pills and water in my hand. I didn't take the pills. I thought of taking them but I didn't.
So this story is dedicated to the man who broke me. The man who almost killed me. The man who pretended to love me. The man who caused me to lose all feeling. The man who didn't deserve to hear those damned words. The man who will read this and know it's about him.
YOU ARE READING
No feelings
Romansa[Amanda] This is a story. Not just any story. But my story. I told everything to him, he knew all my secrets. I should've known that he would do this. But I didn't.. and it almost costed me my life.
