It started out slowly. Subtlety.
Just a little thought, a whisper.
Driving in the car.
Someone could hit us. We could crash. Blood. Pain. Death.
I don't want it.
It begins to yell. It doesn't care to be quiet.
Knife. Slit wrists. Blood. Pain. Death.
Everyone dead. Deceased. Death. Gone.
Began to take me over. Day. Night. Alone. Together.
Absurd. Ridiculous. Stupid.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Just waiting to die.
Kill. Kill. Kill. Everyone hates you. No one cares.
Wanting to die. Hoping to die.
Burn. Hell. Sins. Agony.