Sometimes,
you're traveling down the highway going full speed, no cares or worries, and wham! suddenly a semi comes out of nowhere and rolls right over you.
sometimes,
you don't wake up, you don't want to wake up matter of fact, but if you happen to you know things will never ever be the same again.
sometimes,
that's not so bad.
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Wish,
you wish you could turn off the voices inside your head, you wish you could stop all the wondering questions, all the unthinkable thoughts, turn off all the sound.
Cry,
to close out the ugliness that has became your life. close out all the regrets, all the mistakes, all the things who make you, you.
long,
to cast away yesterday, to act as if it had never happened. cast away all the memories, cast away the thoughts.
pray,
you could somehow stop all of this. you could somehow stop the uncertainty, stop all the loathing, somehow stop all the pain.
act,
you wish you could act. swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, pull the trigger, cry a little harder.
YOU ARE READING
Addiction.
Genç KurguGrab the razor, cut deeper. grab tissues, cry more. grab pills, get higher. take the gun, pull the trigger. Maybe we're all crazy here.
