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I walked into the bathroom today,

Had a hard look in the mirror,

What have I become?

The heavy bags under my eyes, my bony body from not eating in months.

I could blame you like I have been, but I love you too much to bring myself to it.

I just need to see your face, your gorgeous smile,

Your bright laughter that filled the room and made me smile.

How could someone so happy, be so sad.

To be honest.

Even I missed being happy.

From the corner of my eye I saw a shimmer of a razor in the cabinet.

Should I?

I couldn't bring myself to blame you, but my depression that you brought me could bring me to other things to numb the pain.

I took the blade and counted.

1..

2...

3....


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