24 posts and I’m still not okay.
24 posts and I still want to die…
24 posts and everything is the same.
23 posts and my life got a bit better.
23 posts and my life changed a bit.
23 posts and I’m still a cutter.
22 posts and nothing’s the same.
22 posts and I want to disappear.
22 posts and nothing will change.
21 posts and 21 days.
21 posts and 3 weeks.
21 posts and I’m still a stray.
20 posts and he won’t give in.
20 posts and he won’t forget.
20 posts, a multiple of ten.
19 posts and I’m ready for the end.
19 posts and I’m forgetful.
19 posts and I want my death to begin.
18 posts and nothing’s the same.
18 posts and trust is slipping.
18 posts and this is what I’ve became.
17 posts and people are insane.
17 posts and no on cares.
17 posts and I’m loosing to the pain.
16 posts and I’m a waste.
16 posts and nothing makes me happy.
16 posts and you’re practically paste.
15 posts and pain is my game.
15 posts and cutting is fun.
15 post and no one’s read this far in.
15 posts and the war has just begun.
14 posts and I’m almost to the end.
14 posts and I’m ready to die.
14 posts and I’m ready to live.
13 posts and everyone’s forgot.
13 posts and I’m losing my game.
13 posts and I’m just another ink blot.
12 posts and I’ve nothing more to say.
12 posts a multiple of 6.
12 posts, I’ve been called gay.
11 posts, I’m a btch.
11 posts I’m a priss.
11 posts I’m a witch.
10 posts, I’ve been counting down.
10 posts and I want to cut.
10 posts and I want to drown.
9 posts, I’m almost there.
9 posts, I’m almost gone.
9 posts, not a single tear.
8 posts, a perfect number.
8 posts, a perfect slumber.
7 posts, at a loss for words.
7 posts, look at the ugly birds.
6 posts, I am ugly.
6 posts, I am worth nothing.
5 posts, a count from here.
5 posts, a count from there.
4 posts, just a single one.
3 posts, just some time alone.
2 posts, almost gone.
1 post, I. Am. Done.
2 comments
Wow, that was awesome….not your pain, I mean your prose – it’s pretty damn good.
Keep writing.
If you have this skill of writing, at least your life is worth more than mine. Express yourself in your writing, and escape your pain through that. Put your past and your suffering onto paper, then rip it up and burn it and leave all the pain behind in the words. Good luck.