Do I Wanna Know? (Troyler) [ON HOLD]

You Are The Coffin

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TROYE'S P.O.V

Stupid. The razor connected with the exposed skin on my wrist. Ugly. The blade dug into my wrist. Fag. Blood drew to the incision. Scars littered the pale skin on my arms and legs. I sat down, leaning against the wall, crying. I continued to bring the blade to my wrist, creating lines of blood and release. They're right Troye, they were always right. I stood up, washing the blood from my arms. I surveyed the damage I had just inflicted. I searched for a place on my skin where the blade hadn't touched. The sad thing was, I couldn't find one.

My feet carried my emotionless body to my bedroom. I looked around my bedroom in the apartment I was currently renting. Clothes covered the floor, my closet left untouched. I pulled on a sweater and some jeans and shoes. I needed to clear my head. I walked to the door, grabbed my phone, and walked into the dark night. Locking the door, I headed toward the sidewalk. It's been weeks since I've spent more than 30 minutes asleep. I have spent all night in bed, just to stare at the ceiling. Walking LA's streets isn't sleep, but it's as close as I can get. I pass so many people, so many smiles, wondering why I can't. I'm broken, alone, and done. I don't want to wake, so I never sleep. It's a continuous cycle. It's what I call life.

A/N: Dedication to Landanmrss for being my first vote!!! Thanks! Keep reding and voting for a dedication!   

                            ~Love Elise