Gone
I'm tired. I want this feeling to go away, I want to feel nothing. "If you want this, then do something to make it go away" I say to myself. Tears burn my eyes as they fall onto my cheeks. I look at the pills I hold in my hand. I look in the mirror and wipe my tears. "You want this. This will make the pain go away" thoughts like this race through my mind. "You won't be sad anymore, just do it, just take the pills."
After that day I felt nothing anymore. I was gone, i was a lifeless body 6ft underground. Gone.
M.B.
Copyright © Makayla Busbee | Year Posted 2016
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