My Thoughts

Freezing

I sit here covered by blanket after blanket and still it keeps coming. The same chill that trickles down my spine. The same burning pain and stabs me in the back of the neck whenever I try to move. I push against the pain in my side and it shoots through my entire body. I check my phone and not a single person has been bothered to check on me. Not one. What's the fucking point in being here if no one cares. I know I'll regret it by let's be honest. Regret is one of the easiest things to feel recently, a scratch on the sides of my head travels to the back and o slam my phone down again. The force against it cracks the screen. I fall down fpward and support myself up with my elbows. My breathing gets heavier the worse it gets. Its not like anyone will care. If they did they wouldn't leave. They wouldn't fuck off because they fancy it. I warned them. I'm not a good person. I'm a fucking evil Embodiment of something that drives off of the loneliness it gains from driving everyone away. I sigh and hand my head in shame.

I sit in class as muss tells another story. My head is covered by my arms. The girl next to me is sweet enough to ask me if I'm okay. Not like she cares. Just doing a job. I nod, making her shift quick. I stare over at the one I fucked over, my head in spirals. People catch me and i pay no attention to them. I put my head against the table I'm relying on. Pushing myself up,I grab my pen and scribble down whatever is required. I crumple up the note Ive had for months. I drop it onto the floor and rub my eyes. Fresh start. Fresh carcase.