She hated when he said those three words.
I love you.
She didn't believe him every time he said it.
He kept telling her anyway,
Hoping she would believe his words.
She never did.
She couldn't.
The voices in her mind told her not to believe what people say,
For they love to lie and use people.
The voices said that people will just use me.
Again, and again.
She believed the voices more than anyone.
He kept saying those three words.
Over and over.
She hated it.
She couldn't stop him.
He never knew what she meant when she said stop.
He always became confused.
In her mind there was a screaming voice saying he is going to leave.
Leave this world before he leaves you.
She tried blocking the screaming out.
She tried and tried, but nothing worked.
Nothing calmed the screaming.
She couldn't take it anymore.
She grabbed a blade,
She was breaking a promise.
She cut her self,
Over and over.
She let herself bleed out.
She let herself be free,
Into the sweet bliss of death.
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My Personal Hell
RandomIf you are suicidal or have depression or anxiety please stay away. I don't want you reading this. This is so I can vent and let my thoughts out of my head.
