I can't take this shit anymore. My ribs crush me and it hurts so much. My own body is telling me that I don't have too long.
I want to stop seeing things. Hearing things. My insanity is starting to take over. I can't control myself anymore. I want my heart to stop beating so hard against my chest.
I'm always so close to grabbing a knife and plunging it through my heart so it all could stop. But I can't bring myself to do it. I don't want to die, but I also don't want to live.
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Darkness reprieve
Non-FictionFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.
