Day 1: Insanity of Mind
As I sit in the darkest corner of my room, in the house I'm all alone. Window shut, door locked tight and the taste of blood still lingering. My arm sore and my ankle aching. Heavy breathing…why can't I just end it? Then maybe the pain will go away forever, but no…I can't.
I stare at what seems to drain all the pain inside my heart, all the crimson cuts and gashes. After some failed attempts of trying target up from where I sat. 'Maybe cutting my ankle wasn't the best Idea.' I walk over to my drawer and pull out some bandages and bandage my Wrist and ankle tight.
I sit on the edge of my bed staring at the bottle of pills by my bed. Without noticing I pour out 45 pills and swallow them whole. I drop the bottle carelessly on the floor and Walk over to the door. I unlock it and walk through the hallway into my parent's room. I near the door and walk onto the balcony. Nearing the railing, my shirt rustles in the gentle breeze.
I stare out to the stars and hum a song I herd long ago.
"All the pain flows through me and all this pain because of you…"