You may wonder what death feels like, you may even wonder if its a slow process or if it's sudden. I say its both, because to me it was slowly happening and then just like that I was out like a light. Everyone has their own opinion of death, trust me, I have mine. But they say seeing is believing, and now I understand why. Some of you may believe suicide is for attention, or just think they were too weak to live on, maybe some of you think they deserved it, who knows? But for me, it was none of those things, it was me returning to heaven. But I didn't actually go, I felt someone tug on me, as I was rushed to the hospital for overdosing. This is my story, about how my life went from perfect to worse, in a split second. Some of you may laugh, or some of you may cry, but this is my story, the story of how my life could have ended.
She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses.
He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him.
She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower.
Passionate.
SADITIFIED.