Hang me, oh hang me tight. You can hang by my feet or by hands. You can even hang me by my neck. It all feels the same. The way my blood explodes into a race before I take my last breath as a human being. Could it be any more excruciating. I'm not sure where I'm going after this. This problem I've left myself in. I can't speak anymore. All you hear is my air running out my lungs before my heart finally feels like stopping. Maybe it's time I stop. I should stop dreaming the future. Of what the future has for me. I don't even know if it's worth. To keep going. I don't want to keep going. I'm not afraid of taking the easy way out or the longest route there. I only seek release. A release of my final breath as the light goes down and the only thing keeping me sane leave my body. Why leave me hanging? Why do I wan't something? I want to be selfish. I wan't something more than I know I can obtain. If I know, then why do I seek a fatal dream. A dream I want to burn with my own to hands. To put a knife against my throat and let it slide until blood spews out. I want it gone. Why do I hold on to this life? There's nothing I'll remember. There's nothing I'll be remember.
Is it over? Is it possible I can be dead now? What if I'm just a walking corspe only remembering a routine that I've been clinging onto. I'm lost in this void that seems to make it harder for me to breath.
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Will Without Direction
FantasyA young girl with the power to destroy anything she touches, seeks to leave the enslavement brought upon her by her mothers misfortune in order to find her long lost brother and her father. In an unknown world below the god's realm known as earth, t...
