Tears well up within my eyes.
Thoughts of suicide crosses
my mind.
Never thought I'd ever see
the world like this.
It'd be so easy to just end it all.
Sometimes I wish I hadn't
made that promise.
Promise that I wouldn't fall.
Right now it's the only thing that
seems like it could end these
thoughts.
This could honestly be the
end of me.
All the flashbacks and all the pains.
Pains of misery and trust.
Wish I could just be at peace.
Wish someone could end this pain.
The flashbacks and thoughts.
They feel so real.
I can't handle them anymore.
The dreams,
The thoughts,
The feeling,
The touch.
Like it's reoccuring all over again.
A tear rolls down my cheek.
I wipe it away I'm to strong
to cry.
But how is it I'm not strong
enough to handle this.
These reoccuring memories...