It’s almost my birthday. I’m so depressed, I just think about dying.
Fake smiles, fake hugs. Nobody cares..
Am I dreaming? Or maybe… No, this can’t be happening! This obscurity, this obscurity that invades my soul and body, it appears not to be real.
Its cold, my body freezes over, resisting to perish this way. It has become almost impossible to breath, I feel as if my chest was bleeding at a slow pace. I’m wounded, my blood, it freezes as it slides over my extremities. I want to rise, run from this place, find an exit… but my legs do not respond.
Stranded in an immense obscurity it difficult me to observe a hint of light, a flash mattering not how insignificant it might […]
And she closed her eyes waiting that her last moments slip from her grasp.