Book of Time 01

20 Jan 2022

·GhostOfABoi

TW: Contains sensitive topics, be safe Insomnia (2/3/20) 8 at night, sun is down. Grab a book, drown them out. 10 o’clock, moon is shining. Music up, their voices rising. Now midnight, the voices screaming. I can’t ignore, strength is fading. 2 am, noise crescendo. Grab a blade, look out the window. 3 am, bloody fists. Dirty blades, slitted wrists. 5 o’clock, morning’s here. Cover arms, avoid the mirror. Take a shower, bloody water. Go to school, mindless slaughter. 6 o’clock, try to eat. Avoid the thought of a new week. 8 at night, again, sun gone, Draw out memories, drown out demons. 12, midnight, have had enough. The rope was thick, no air to lungs.

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Just someone writing to get through the tough times

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