The end. I’ve found where I can free myself of this curse of a fucking life. There’s a place down south from where I live and a quiet little bridge over a fifty metre drop into one metre deep water. Short drop and a sudden drop, and it’s all over. Once everything hits absolute rock bottom, I know where I’m going. Why not do it now? Because, strangely enough, someone needs me right now. But me being expendable, once I’m no longer useful, I’ll have nothing left. Not even the bane of drawing breath.
And I can’t wait
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You aren’t worth everything one day, and worth nothing the next. Whoever needs you, may always need you, maybe not just that person. You probably have a few people who will always need and care for you.