Lonely World

Suicidal Thoughts

          After that episode at the hostipal, I'm just over everything. I was literally done with life. I texted Ray and Mack, the only two people I cared about. I told them both I loved them. I stood on top of a 27 story building a few blocks from that place people call home.

I didn't want to think about anything, I didn't want to regret anything. I didn't want to think about this bum ass family I had or the boys at the trap. I didn't want to think about Mack or Ray. I just didn't think at all.

I didn't hesitate. I ran off the building with my eyes squeezed shut, and my back facing towards the ground. My hair flew everywhere, as the cold thin wind hit my skin, forming the chills. Just as I was about to hit the ground, feel satisfaction, feel no pain, I was awaken from my dream. Sweat dripped from my forehead, it was hot as hell.

My breathes became longer and deeper. This place is getting so bad I'm having suicidal dreams. The weird thing was, I actually enjoyed the dream. The upsetting part was that it wasn't real.

Sorry for the short chapter, I just wanted to do a quick update since I hadn't updated in years. Imma start again. vote comment and follow me, thanks