Suicide "Thoughts"
The long road to happiness is forever, my heart breaks like glass, my soul shoots out like fire. The coldness fills the empty vessel, alone to bare not a sound, nor the warmth of nothingness. Tears fall like floods down my face. Scratching at my torso to rip, my hair to pull. On my knees, bones shake, heart races. My screams wrap around my throat, beating the floor with bloody knuckles, visions a blur. The twitch of my insides ache, the screams start to fade. My eyes closed, my hand grips the cure. The crashing sound of thunder, echoes. A needle like pain, then pitch black. A bullet through the head...
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