The thoughts

Why

I walk down these halls with a smile on my face but if anyone took time to stop and look in my eyes they'd know its a fake. No one knows the war that rages in my head like i do the struggle to wanting to move or talk or do anything when all i want to do is die. I reach for my wallet and pull out my razor and pull down my sleeve and beneath the sleeve is the past of suicidal tendencies covering my arm and anywhere else long sleeves or pants can cover. I press down hard with my razor and start going down again and again and each one trickles blood down my arm leaving the blood to travel down my arm. The torment of everyday life it to much to handle anymore ive tried so many times to end it all but i failed each time. I walk into the bathroom and open up the cabinet i grab all the bottles and open them all. i dump them all into the blender and pour in the vodka and turn it on. I drink the mixture of life ending amount of drugs and shallow. Then to make sure i get the job down i reach down for my wallet again and pull out the razor and start up at my press down hard and drag it down my arm. I sit in the floor and a pool of blood starts to surround my body. i start to feel warm inside as my breaths draw slower and slower. As i take my final breath and close my eyes and except this darkness that surrounds me and say Goodbye cruel world.

( sorry if this seemed alittle dark but it you like dark or you want to see more of this style of writing then tell me and ill continue doing what i do also give me some ideas about what i should write about because technology class is boring so if anyone has any ideas pm me or message me and ill give your idea a shot)