I push my phone to the ground beside me and I struggle my way up to my feet. I tremble over to the light switch and use some of my remaining strength to turn it off. I fall back down onto my mattress and state up into the ceiling. Its just me here now. No one helps Me through these last few hours. No one yo support me or make me laugh. I hold my hand against my chest as my heartbeat intensifies. I look over at the screen to my left, it's sat on the home screen. Still. Dead. My hand reaches for the controller and flick on something to try distract myself from the pain. A sharp pain in the back of my hand appears out of thin air and strikes me while I'm not ready. I pull it back to my chest and scratch the burning itch that sits on my neck. The whole way round.
Ill admit I'm impressed I made it this far, the neck itch is normally what drives people to get the certain scarf that stops the burn. I grab onto my pillow and tug it out from behind my head. My head slams down and hits the wall behind me. Tears once again form in my eyes and once again crash down and cause destruction around me. Same verbs same adjectives. Its getting repetitive. Same old day same old problem. Its getting repetitive. Same person stuck in my head. Now that never gets old. I wipe the years of tears from my cheek and breathe. Breathe in. Breathe out. I lay the pillow over my face and let it soak in the salty leakage from my eyes. I think about the last thing I said.
Goodnight.
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De TodoI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
