Like others, I fight the demons in me, especially when the night comes. There's always two situations, one-where I couldn't sleep till it's 3 a.m, or two- I'd wake up at 3 a.m.
But last night was hell. Back to my darkest memories, the ones I tried to bury so hard, the ones I tried to forget. It keeps coming back, that sweet smile, black shirt with grey jeans, porcelain white teeth smiling back at me.
I wish to escape this hell, slit my wrist, took a whole bottle of sleeping pills, shot my head with a gun, jump of a building. I couldn't think of any more ways to end the pain. Every damn time I tried to end my life, I won't have the guts to do so. I wish to take the pain away. Somebody help me.
