It's hard to go on with something like that, the pain and the voices, the voices in my head that just won't stop. I wish I would have known how to stop them. I was too stoic yet my world was still crumbling. Even though the Moon witnessed my doom, every misery, every scar, she never played the part in saving me. Not from the monster who forced himself on me and now not from this. The world always bailed on me and now I have nothing left, not even hope. The determination to survive brought me until here. But it proved itself to be worthless I was better dead a long time ago. Everything hurts, breathing hurts, existing hurts. I never felt this scared yet brave enough to be sitting here staring at my wrist that has just been slit by the blade I'm holding. I knew no amount of morphine could ever lessen the heartache I'm going through. I couldn't take my mind off or run away from the truth that my mate did after all reject me. I know I had been hurting myself adding scars to my body every single day but that just feels so soothing, so numbing compared this heartache. My eyes are tired of all the tears that's been shed. I knew this was all I had to do. I was never meant to be existing anyways. And now, more than ever I'm thankful to put an end to this misery. I watch as the blood slowly stains the bathroom floor. I choke down a sob and try to focus on the red. I feel the numbness spreading in my body as my eyes start becoming heavier and my vision slowly blurring out. I wish my world never crumbled, but it did. I may look like a mess but that's what I have always been. A mess, a burden and now as I was just celebrating the return of my wolf the Moon turned me into a rejected mate. Cover made by @missi_wei

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