Darkness… The only thing I can see as I hear the words “**** yourself.” Frustration… The only thing I can feel as I take the blade from the workbench. Tears… The only thing I can taste. The salt the bitterness of the things they tell me to do. Manic depression episode… The thing that I go into when I heard those two words. Time… The only thing that is warped but completely on track for me. Suicide**… The only thought in my head and I never knew what suicide was at the point in life.
Sorry this one is bad. I am not good at writing in the morning