Letter nine.

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It aches. 

My whole body aches. 

I want to be left alone. 

I don't want to interact with anyone. 

I don't want to be like this, but I am. 

I've buried myself so deep that I can no longer get out. 

You've helped me. 

Even though you don't know me and we never speak. 

But you've helped me to the extent of what I want to do. 

I want to be gone. 

I don't want anything else, but to be; 

d e a d. 

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