Be Kind To my Demons
tavanwin298
He feels empty, lost, lonely and tired. He's tired. So, so tired. His body feels heavy, his brain no longer knows what rest feels like, what living without pain is like.
Pills don't work. He swallows them dry, everyday three: two in the morning, one before he goes to sleep and he still feels hollow. It's normal he guesses, three tiny pills are not going to fill this vacant emptiness inside of him, this nothingness he has slowly become in his 24 years of pathetic life.
[...]
"I should just pick up my razor and do it. No more small cuts just two big slits across my forearms and be over with everything and-"
"Don't do that."
⚠️not my story⚠️ creds: https://archiveofourown.org/users/lamortemagica/pseuds/lamortemagica