I lie on the floor of my small bedroom. All you can here is the sound of my breathing. Is this it? I look over at the wall, lined with posters and silly pictures of my friends and I. The room becomes hazy. Is this it? My left wrist and right thigh covered in blood. They just won’t stop bleeding. Is this it? Those 6 pills resting in my hand. Picking up my water, I swallow them. Is this it? I have finally cracked, finally given up. I may not wake up tomorrow. Is this it? I promised I would be strong. I am not […]
