rachmiaz

I was alone. No one was going to be home that night. I was sitting on the floor of my room with the door closed, as if to symbolically shut out the world. I was crying. Tears cutting down my face like sharp daggers. My hand was starting to bleed. I was gripping on to them so tight. I didn’t notice. I wanted it to end. I was trying so hard to tell myself that this was the only way. The only thing that was standing in between freedom and me was the dozen of blood-covered pills in my hand. I could barely breathe. I just wanted it to stop. I brought my hand to my lips. It was almost over. I only needed one last moment of strength before I c

The End. I was alone. No one was going to be home that night. I was sitting on the floor of my room with the door closed, as if to symbolically shut out the world. I was crying. Tears cutting down my face like sharp daggers. My hand was starting to bleed. I was gripping on to them so tight. I didn’t notice. I wanted it to end. I was trying so hard to tell myself that this was the only way. The only thing that was standing in between freedom and me was the dozen of blood-covered pills in my hand. I could barely breathe. I just wanted it to stop. I brought my hand to my lips. It was almost over. I only needed one last moment of strength