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sitting alone cryingwishing that you were never dyingwaiting in the emergency roomreminiscing of what happenedwritten blood on walls an open cut in you heartwondering who could have done such a thingas time passes by the doctors comewith blood on their hands and shirtsthey stare at me for a momentand then ''he is dead''i bow my head and slowly walk out the roommy feelings changethe way i live now is different i wish i could go back and prevent this from happeningi make my way homei sit on my bed with my hands covering my facei think for a whilethen i stand and walk slowly to the kitcheni grab a pen and a knifei wrote 2 lettersone for my friends, another for my familyi tell them i love themand i will see you soonas i take my final breaths i slowly start cutting my wristsonly wishing the pain would feel so much similar as my friends painthe last seconds i dropforever sleeping
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