⚠ Swear/Trigger Warning ⚠
I lay awake every night, staring at my ceiling. Thinking about the same things over and over again. Over thinking. Hurting myself mentally. No one can stop that. Can they? How would know. People leave and don't come back. Or they come and hurt me, but they stay and lie saying they care.
Midnight comes and goes. Soon its 1 am and I'm feeling tired. But should I sleep? Every time I do I have the same nightmare. Every damn night. I sat up and walked to the bathroom. I was quiet. Like a mouse, some would say.
I turned on the water, letting it warm up and grabbed a bottle of pills and a blade. I was so damn tired. Not tired, as sleepy. But tired of living. And today I was gonna finish it.
I laid down in the bath, fully clothed and downed the pills. I slit my wrists into a star shape and stared at the ceiling for the last time. The only thought going through my head now was "Finally".
I felt myself drift away and the pain was gone. No more feelings. No more crying. Screaming. Wishing for death. I was gone.
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My Thought's
PoetryThis is story is about all the things I think about, but never do (or I do them). Most of it is suicide or cutting. Please, if you are depressed of suicidal, get help. I love and care about you all.
