Everything happens for a reason I keep telling myself. Everything does, god would not damn someone with no wrongs. I swallow the last bit of courage I have left in my mind and body and keep running, my sound gets louder as I splash into ice cold water, freezing as it is I keep going. If they leave this place then I want to leave too.
My mind keeps flashing me pictures of their dead bodies, bloodless ad not a hope in the world to get an ounce to keep them alive. I want to cry but I can't find the tears to do so. I want to run back to the water and suffer as they did all because of me. I hate I was the survivor and no one here cares, except of them. I try to hold my breathe but my lungs won't give. They won't understand at all and I plan to make them trust me enough to get alone, and do something unforgettable.
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This above is parts of a story I wrote and I want to know why, I am writing about suicide? Is it a sign, to be careful or am I being overreactive?
 Master Shinedown · Thu Dec 30, 2010 @ 01:14pm · 0 Comments |
