I can still feel the effect of the words and shit. Burning through my veins. Some things are to precious to see,fragile,and broken. Just take my hand,hold tight and pull me from this mess! I said I was happy,what I really meant was not sad. But I gotta worry about others not myself. So just fake another smile and keep going through this Hell. I wonder what the real Hell is like? Should be the same. With Satan and demons and darkness and nobody gives a fuck about you. Yes demons are real! Trust me,I deal with them every second of every fucking miserable day! So yes! But back to the pain.
I literally feel it going through my veins or bloodstream or bones or whatever the fuck it is. "Coursing through my veins when did I become so cold!" Some words literally leave an impact on you. But they could also be different words. What you say and what you write can be sooooo majorly different! But it's not that bad anymore...guess it's just my way of life now!<3
YOU ARE READING
My Mind is Hell
Rastgele"Suicide takes you to hell" he said . kicking the chair I screamed "Oh Well!!"
