The end of the end
I sit on a metallic bed,
And my head aches
With all of the pain.
I go over every detail
Of all the bad things that had happened.
I clear up the memories,
The feeling of uncertainty,
And the feeling
Of being a waste of space.
Every organism in this world
Is born for a reason,
Every person that breathes
Has feelings,
And can hurt.
Life is fragile,
Skin can be torn,
Bones can be broken,
Hearts can be shattered.
The pain isn't any less intense than it was before,
But I realized
That I'm no longer afraid of hurting.
All you can do in this world is act on an impulse.
Throw out the pills,
Put down the gun,
Let go of the razor.
Because in the end of the end,
Dying is simple.
The only thing
That can really set you free,
Is moving forward
YOU ARE READING
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...
