Emptiness, it incases me like rope. I stare ahead at nothing but the wall. I feel so small. So worthless. Darkness. It's my only escape. From this hell. Sleep. I wish I was so deep, in the darkness. Tears silently run down my cheeks. They were so warm but I felt so cold. I looked down at my hand to find pills. When did those get there? I'm at such a low point that I ended up here. I tilted my head back and brought them to my mouth. Everything felt so slow. I swallowed then slowly down my throat. I don't know how long it has been but breathing became hard. It's like the boat. Sunk. My stomach clutched in pain. It's like I've taken a blow. It's almost over I repeatedly told myself. Darkness. It's crept into my vision like a disease. Please. Let it be over. Slowly my eyes closed as I took my last breath. Nothings left. It's over.
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