"The laugh cracked loudly into the school's atrium, like a shot of a gun. A quick bullet. A deadly bullet the pierces through flesh and bone. I realized then... that a laugh was as lethal as a bullet." I thought bullying didn't exist. And if it did, I wasn't a bully. Except I was. We a...
*TW* You think it's selfish.. Suicide. Well it's not. It's selfish keeping someone who has endured so much pain and sadness alive. Just getting out of bed is a struggle. You feel trapped. Tired. Done. The pain seems never ending. Even putting a blade to your wrist is no longer enough. You need it to be deeper. The tho...
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
