Totally Suicidal
Totally Suicidal
“Have you ever wondered what happens after you die?” you would ask me, and I would tell you I don’t know.
Sometimes I would always wonder why you sat at our balcony looking at the ground.
Until the day I realized
Then I wasn’t afraid to join her wherever she was
I picked up my phone calling all my contacts and no one answered
I called the last number on my phone, yet still no response
Was this what I was born to be? I ask myself
I looked over the gate seeing her body on the ground
I took a bottle of antihistamine and benadryl sitting on the ground with a knife in my hand
I started to walk down to her body laying down next to her
My conscious started fading and held the knife at my stomach
I guess this is how it ends I whispered
Then finally my eyes cleared and I faded away smiling
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