"Shall I really do it again?"
Time by time he was sitting on the floor like that.
Flipping the little device through his fingers cause he couldn't stop his hands from shaking anyways.
"Maybe I should just get the fuck outta here and find myself a proper job as they told me to"
He was taking of his belt.
Once again he tried to think about all that crap
but
He couldn't
Cause
Really all he could think about was
That crap.
He pulled his old cardigan up to his elbow so he could see his arm lying full of scars.
He touched them.
"Shall I really do it again"
He calmly lowered both his hands and laid the belt down by his legs.
He was staring at the wall.
For quite some time.
As if he was waiting for a sign.
Any sign to appear right there.
Any sign.
A reason not to
Do it again.
Somewhat back in time he was sitting in crowded rooms.
Full of people.
Staring at some meaningless stuff.
Feeling all empty.
Now the room was all empty.
And he was still desperately gaping at the wall.
Begging
For something to appear.
But it didn't.
It never did.
This time
like all the times before
He realised he was still empty.
The bells ring.
He doesn't notice the time passing by around him anymore.
Just as he doesn't recognise whether it's midnight or noon right now.
Although he sees it's dark outside.
But what difference does it make really?
He picks up his belt again.
Ready
To fill his life.
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Bukan FiksyenxP So basically all the stuff I write just ends up in here if it's not written especially for any other album, book or story :) I hope you enjoy your read, maybe it can help you with stuff you go through, stay strong, love you <3
