My; Semicolon

Every night and day, every hour and every second, I desperately try to forget the sound of bullets rushing out of objects that were supposed to be used to hunt, not on our dear loved ones. Every night and day, every hour and every second I try to forget the pale skin of the one person who could understand, who is also now a memory that I can only treasure. I now cannot feel safe. The thought of approaching those large glass doors which lead to a place that is worse than hell is haunting. It's wrong I guess, I can't even be safe in a place that I'm required by law to be at, or in other words a place where I should be safe, and a place I should feel safe at. And still, the sound of the 5-minute bell brings me back to when everything fell apart, and the smell of iron haunts me, reminding me of when my hands were stained with blood that was not mine.

TRIGGER WARNING- Blood, SH, Su!c!de, Trauma, guns, other triggering elements. Please do not watch if you are sensitive to these topics.

PS. If you are struggling with harmful thoughts, please know that you are not alone. The world we live in is cruel, and you didn't choose to live in this world. But you are loved even in this cruel world. If you are having harmful thoughts, please talk to someone you trust, I know that it can be hard, but sometimes talking to someone about your troubles can help. Love you <3 you can get through this!!