27 minutes ago
i am so fresh
and completely unwilling to face the world.
to pass the time,
i sit and stare,
and i think about how beautiful it would be if i could carve a cut so deep,
that no stitch could save me.
i think about what pills we have hidden in the back of closet that i could swallow by handfuls,
or i think of how i might just pick up the gun and shoot.
so many thoughts,
so many possibilities,
and so many reasons to go through with it.
in the past,
these actions have been a mere consideration,
but as the hurt grows farther and the buzz gets shorter,
i find myself seeking comfort in the darkest corners.