I hate days like this,
Dull and silent days.
The silence ignites my mind.
In days like this I relive every mistake I’ve ever made,
Every pain I’ve ever suffered.
Every thought drives me further and further into the darkness.
I find myself with a gun in my hand, aimed straight at my head.
I shut my eyes for the last time as I hope that those who cared about me shed little tears.
Life broke me,
I blame no one but the unfortunate incidents that have plagued my life.
I’m a shell of my former self,
I used to hide my pain,
Now my face shows no emotion.
I say every word with the same expression.
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