Suicidd Stories

i still reach for him at night. i go to comfort an empty space.

the screaming and wails of the voices scratch and prod at my head, wishing to be acknowledged and to torment. my ear drums bleed the blood of the dead, my eyes shed the tears of the grieving victims, my mouth unleashes the agony filled screams of the people that had been brutally gutted alive like wild animals, and my eyes see through the eyes of the devil. my lips curl into a grin of a serial killer hunting and killing their prey, and as i walk the flaming path of fire the flames lick at my flesh, and the humanity of the boy previous is crushed under my bloodied boot. ••• ⚠️GRAPHIC VIOLENCE⚠️ - INSANITY - GORE - SUICIDE - SELF HARM If any of these trigger you, please do not read!