Historias de Suicidialthoughts

A project of sorts...

She's lost she's clumsy she's a lier

••••••••••••••••••••• Ignoring the fact that there's still blood dripping all over my face, staining my only blue shirt most likely, I pop the window open. Cool wind blows into my room, drying my tears almost immediately. Climbing through the window, blood smears on the sill. Taking not a single look back, at least I like to think, my legs attach to the tree beside me, running away from the demons inside my mind.

When she sleeps, she doesn't. She lays there, between sleep and being awake. When she cries, she thinks about dying. All the possible ways. When she's awake, she feels numb. She's lost in her mind, and she thinks she's going crazy. Because she can't understand. The girl that thinks, is me...