Why can't I get better?
I laid on my bathroom floor, unmoved for hours, my back leaning against the cold surface of the bath tub, numb.
Lifeless.
The anti-depressants that once filled the orange bottle from top to bottom was now littered on the floor.
I lost count on how many I took.
I couldn't careless.
I dragged the razor across my wrist as warm tears started to prick my eyes.
I held them in.
The blood trickled down my arm, dripping onto the floor creating a sad yet beautiful artwork.
I didn't go to school but I went to work. I had no choice. The work pays by day and money was still an essential.
You stared at me weirdly.
"I can barely see in here, the lights are too dim, so tell me why the hell are you wearing a cap?" You interrogated amused.
I only chuckled and waved it off still keeping my head low. I didn't want you to see how red and puffy my eyes were, how pale my face was, how chapped my lips were.
How ugly I looked.
How dead my appearance was.
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