Collection of Short Stories

I'm done

  I don't know if I can do this anymore, if I can keep fighting this fight. I'm broken and bruised, bleeding from my chest as my heart breaks. I feel like there's a hole there and only I can see it, my own suffering.
  My breath is being cut off and I can only sit there and take it. The constant stab in the chest and emotions being jarred up and thrown on a shelf for later. My misery, a okay for those who love to watch others suffer. Him, oblivious to this world I am trapped in. This hell, constant darkness and pain, suicide coming close to hold my hang and help me become free.
  Suidice, never an option. Don't do this, it only brings pain. But as I get closer and closer to my limit, it slowly brings its nails to my neck and whispers to me. "Let me help you, it will be okay." It feels more helpful than most of my friends saying, "get over it".
  I've lost so much... I've lost the old me, a horrid one coming to the edge and drag me to the depths of sorrow. It holds me in a hug that I've desired for days, a warm embrace. It brings anxiety but comfort as I look into the face of death, black eyes holding me still.
  Is this worth it all, even when he hates me... Even when I'm the only one hanging on... I feel like if I hold my breath it will all go away... This hell im inside will disappear and light will scream my name for me to come home.
  I don't want this anymore. I'm done.
  He's gone...