A dark home, A dark place

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Josh POV

"I can't do this anymore." I drag the cold metal across my leg

once,

twice

three times

Regret sadness and shame. Shame of when I believed it would be okay.

Another one for trusting

Another one for thinking good thoughts. Red is everywhere and all I can see is the blurry tears. 

I clean up and limp to bed crying to myself again. 

You deserved it

"SHUT THE FUCK UP"

no you deserve this. 2 more for denying

"FUCKING STOP"

I can scream because nobody is home. My parents are gone getting drunk I guess. I argue with the voice and scream at nothingness for 10 minutes. Then I finally realize bed is a good option. I flop onto bed again and cry myself to sleep.

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