(Under the gun)

Posted by Unknown On quarta-feira, 28 de setembro de 2016 0 comentários

That thing you said, it made me angry, so fucking angry. I am not stupid nor a whore! Okay, I know I am different. But I am not like you. You can wish it as much as you want, but I will never be like you!

You know…I woke up with a smile today. So…weird. I felt like smiling at you when you tried to insult me once again. The surprise in your eyes…made me smile even more.

The air, breathe it in and breathe it out. Feeling so high, but still on the floor. Sometimes I just forget why I taste, why I breathe. Sure, watch me going down. Sure, look at me falling, flying, escaping, dying. Sometimes the only thing I wish for is death.

I took a shower, trying to wash away the worries, the dirt, the hate, the guilt. Nothing helps. It’s an addict like heroine. The deeper you stick the needle in your vein, the deeper the thoughts and gone is your pain.

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