Disease
My life is a disease.
One that crawls inside of me,
And slowly try's to drive me towards delirium.
A disease that does not empty me,
But instead fills me up
With the constant feeling of guilt and shame.
Life is just a disease.
One with no cure,
One with no sense of humor.
The only way to break free
Is to jump,
To swallow the pills,
To cut,
To pull the trigger,
To act on an impulse.
Because in the end,
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Impulse
Teen FictionSummary: A girl wakes up in a mental institution, her wrists are bandaged and she can't remember why she's there. But when the memories start to flood back, she has to relive every horrible and vivid memory of how she got to where she is now, so she...
