"This one is for you" I read what's written on her wrist.
"Why don't you just cut your hand instead?" I replied wondering why people intend to hurt themselves or kill their selves slowly instead of doing it faster.
"Papunta nako dyan" I sent a message again then wear my hoodie.
As I arrived at their house I saw her holding a very tiny knife, cutting her own wrist while crying.
I show her a butcher's knife that I bought, walk slowly towards her.
Afraid and terrify can be trace in her face.
I run towards her and cut her hand.
"Nakaka-boring ka, here's the rope. Hang yourself, no body loves you, no body will miss you, no one wants your existence. Fuvk off! Kill yourself!"
And then I realized I am the girl who's so miserable and exhausted.
I am the girl who wanted to die cause no one loves me.
I'm now crying while watching how I commit suicide 2 years ago.
BINABASA MO ANG
Compilation Of Short Stories
RandomEvery story has its own insanity, Every letter has its own madness, Careful for it might happen, My pen will bleed to write your destiny.
