♡ we'll try again ♡ [joshler]

16: goodbye.

Slight trigger warning

My room is cold.
The cold air flooded through my blanket, destroying any warmth left my God forsaken body.

I'm not even important.

I never was.

I gripped onto my blanket as if it would save me from everything dangerous in this hell they call a world.

That blanket can't save me from myself. It holds me, which means it's hold onto every thought and detail in my brain can process. Even the ones that scare me as a whole.

So I let go, I can't even save myself from my own mind and thoughts. I sat up pushing the useless blanket off me, standing up walking away from my casket bed.

Im already dead.

I pick up the razor...

A/N

I'm sorry