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HEY, how is everyone? Not good? I am sorry to hear that. You're good? I hope you're not lying to me. Anyway, this whole thing is just stories I put together when I am in a dark place. I usually write what I have done or want to do. This story is true, I have done this. But the ending is something I want to do so badly. Anyway, I use a lot of metaphors in these things so I hope you don't mind. Enjoy this and comment if you want to talk. I want this to be a community of people who help each other. I love you all!! -Sam


  He walks ever so slowly to his room. His dizzy vision and frustrated physique felt unfamiliar to him. He locked the door and turned to the sandpaper bed that kept him up until the blades of the sun peered through his black curtains. This room, this suffocating room, seemed to swallow all the memories and screams. It seemed to repeat to him, to all the demons around him. The way the moon illuminated the room and kept him warm, it all seemed to shatter. Everything that was being built for him, was being demolished. All the bridges and buildings, taken under by the drowning water. The sirens in his heart seemed to follow to his head. He was holding his eyes shut so he didn't have to remember, so the thoughts that poisoned him wouldn't seep in. His skull was stained with all the nightmares, all the things that made him build his walls. Those stains were coming back to him, reminding him that they were still there. And in that moment, he felt raw. He felt like this was the war that he kept procrastinating. He was being overthrown from the throne and put back in the cell he learned to love. He opened his eyes and stumbled to his dresser, throwing clothes here and there until he found the bottle of emptiness. His steel that would give him clarity. And his paper that burned him inside and broke the chains inside. He opened the bottle, placing it to his lips. In that bittersweet moment when that poison crossed his lips, he felt back to his royalty. He grabbed his other two escapes and laid on his bed. His world was spinning and the noises swallowed him whole. He placed the paper to his lips and used the fire to save him. He breathed in the grey, burning vapor. His eyes were growing blank and his thoughts were becoming small. In this moment, it was only him. It was only him in a quiet room, alone with the walls that seemed to be closing. The way he felt was undeniably the only feeling he knew. He grabbed the screaming steel and looked at it in between his index finger and thumb. It shined from the way the moon hit it, and in that moment he seen the red beauty he would soon meet once again. He placed the steel to his chambers of secrets, slicing into it. Soon, he seen the beauty he once longed to see. He watched as the beautiful crimson flowed down his porcelain and seemed to give him the clarity he once needed. He traced all the old marks and smiled to himself, he was closer to being free from the battles he faced. He took the bottle and let the poison pass his lips once again. Then, he took the steel and as if it was talking, he placed it to his lips. He let the poison drip from his lips to the steel, cleaning it of all the damage that it remembered. He placed the steel to his stitched road, remembering the pressure that would need to be applied. He pressed it, watching as the wire clipped away and crimson soon followed. He pressed more, seeing the many colours: White, red, blue, and crimson. They all mashed together and his head was slowly fading. His body fell onto his bed, the colours dripping to the floor as his eyes shut. He was free, almost. His heart was working to fight against this sin, but it was failing as his colours were too much. Now, he is fading away from his kingdom that controlled him. No more black, no more poison, no more cells. He was free. 



Remember that I am always here for you all, if you are struggling then you can reach me at my tumblr:   https://sunflowers-poison.tumblr.com/ .

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