{creepypasta} SUICIDAL TOBY

Chapter 7

He's right, he's always been right. Everytime he's been right. Why would now be any fucking different? I question myself as I finish cleaning up and lay on my bed staring aimlessly into the ceiling. I run my bloodied hand through my hair and sigh. "Fuck..." tear stream down my face on to the dirty sheets on my bed. I turn on my bed and sit up. I grab my guitar and stroke it slowly. "Here's the thing: I can't do anything right
Try as I absolutely totally might
The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash
The clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash".

I start to sing louder knowing all the rooms are sound proof. As I sing my voice begins to crack and bite my tounge. I pour my heart into the song as I sing.

"And I'm not your protagonist
I'm not even my own
I don't know anything
I don't even know what I don't know
And if you look outside you’ll see disintegrating trees
The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves
My heart catches on every thorn
You’re already halfway out the door
And I’ve never looked so old
And I have never been so cold
And it is 85 degrees
I don’t know what I need."

All though my hand hurts I continue strumming my guitar. I hiss through my teeth as I clutch the guitar tighter as I play.

"There’s lukewarm herbal mango sweet hibiscus tea
On the hot garbage pile in which I fucking sleep
The walls are empty, it’s so ugly
I could burn the whole place down
It wouldn’t catch ‘cause all the posters are on their
Way to my hometown
And I am not your protagonist
I'm not even my own
I don't know anything
I don't even know what I don't know
And if you look outside you’ll see disintegrating trees
The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the glitching leaves
My wet heart catches on every thorn
You’re already halfway out the door
And I’m so tiny and so old
And God it’s never been so cold
And it is 85 degrees
I don’t know what I need"

My tears hit the guitar softly making a tapping noise. I clench my teeth and growl softly as my vision blurs. My eyes burn with tears and put the guitar down. I throw my pillow and hit my wall.