Broken Pieces.
Darkness is all that's left of me.
I don't have the will to fight any longer.
I wanted to die that night.
But she came barging in
And stopped me.
An Endless amount of tears were shed that night in my bathroom.
I Promised I wouldn't cut ever again.
There's a saying that promises were meant to be broken.
Well Three weeks later after what happened.
I Broke that promise.
Some person on the internet called me fat & ugly.
That comment stung pretty badly.
My insecurities blindsided me.
There was nothing I could do.
She was away on business in Canada.
I Ended up cutting too deep.
The blood came gushing out of me so fast.
I felt dizzy .
I tried to standup, but failed to no avail.
Everything was getting darker by the second.
I tried to scream for help .
All that came out was a croak.
My voice was of no use to me .
So i thought of the next best thing .
Send a text
I struggle to grab my phone out my pocket .
By the time I managed to get my phone out
I blacked out.
My last thoughts were.
"finally I'm at peace"