My day started out well.
My day turned numb.
My day just broke me.
How?
I don't know. I just got that feeling in my stomach once
everything turned numb. The one with the voice saying "do
something to feel something!" So I took the scissors and cut my
wrist many times. After that, I realized it actually hurt, but
hurt is better than numb. Then my stomach dropped to a feeling of
despair. All the thoughts of pills and ropes and drowning entered
my mind. Everyone would get over me pretty quickly. Right? I'm
like any other person. The only difference is I fake my
happiness. Then I realized there's so much I haven't done yet. I
probably never will do it though. The people around me would
never let me go from their tight grip they have on me. It's
depressing.