Stories of my thoughts

Farther and son

*trigger warning*

I start laughing for no reason,

just a sort of phsyco laugh, one without meaning

one without emotion, one without love

I look at my wrists blood dripping down them,

I had always thought of them as a sketchbook

not as wrists, just a book to add to if I'm bored,

add a line here, a line there, some deeper and darker than others

I lower myself into the bath, warm water rushes into my cuts,

it hurts but a nice hurt, it feels good to feel something

my blood starts to mix with the water until its all red

I smile as I start feeling tired, it will all be over soon, soon

I see my parents come in with worried faces,

dread fills me as I realise what I have done, I panic

but it's too late, I'm already gone,

I wake up in a white room, I'm in a hospital bed,

I look around a see a guy sitting next to me,

I don't panic, I feel safe with him, I feel warm,

I ask him where I am, he looks at me and says

"where do you think we are?"

"I don't know, a hospital?" I reply

"close," he says "we are in heaven, 

well not yet. You can go back if you want."

"I can?"

"yea, it's your choice. Just know that if you stay here you can't go back."

"yea I know, I might stay here, it feels safe, warm"

"Well then, shall we go my child," he asks as he stands up,

"go where?"

"to the rest of heaven."

"sure, I didn't like that life anyway,

can you just look after my family for me?"

"sure" he stands and takes me by the hand to a door.

I realise how tall he is, I feel like a little child again,

with my dad leading me, we go through the door,

and I see all my friends who died before me,

I look at them and smile and say

"Fancy seeing you here."

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*Author's note*

Hey, hope you liked this one. its sort of based off the christian faith, but I don't know about the hospital part that just seemed like a way to transition it. If you ever need help or need to talk to someone, I'm here.

And to my friend Zane, I'm sorry