dying

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Tears fall down into a puddle on my pillow.

Small whimpers fall from my mouth.

I drop the razor onto the floor.

I know I'm bleeding, but i don't care.

I am consumed with the darkness inside.

All I want is to be happy. 

She made me happy.

She told me that my skin is to beautiful to ruin.

And I promised.

I broke it.

Someone once told me that promise are meant to be broken.

And i never believed it till now.

The emptiness inside is all i feel.

I'm hallow.

I'm far from 'Fine'.

Ill never be okay.

At least that's all know now.

I'm dying.

I wish i was dead...

Maybe i should be.

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