These bad thoughts are toxic for the mind and body. These toxins live inside me, so watching the blood oozing out of the little cuts is like watching those toxins leave my body...and the rest of them that remain inside, refusing to come out, will be fought with pills...But just to make sure all of them go, you take a little too much of those pills. If you survive, there's a part of you, no matter how small, that isn't tired of fighting yet, if you don't survive, you're just too tired to move on which means it isn't worth it anyway.
But I need to find out...Have I become too tired? Or is it worth it to move on?
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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒; 𝙹𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚉𝙰𝙰𝚃
PoetryJust some one chapter stories about silent thoughts screaming to be heard.
