Enough Reasons To Die...

by Mensonge Singer

Nightmare

I wake up with fright as I panic, struggling to breathe for a moment. I see myself in my room, just as it was before. I reach for my neck, finding nothing but flesh. I let out a sigh as I was able to calm down but not before sobbing once more. I turn to my dresser and stare at the drawer that hides my knife. I turn away and curl back up on my bed, crying myself to sleep.

Nobody will ever understand what I'm going through... but I still have to keep going through this Tartarus...

Author's Note:

Some of you might hate me because of this story now, think I'm a drama queen and want attention. I don't care. I don't give a damn about what anyone thinks anymore about me... But do keep this in mind, think about the things you say and how you treat others.

Also a note for the previous chapter.... that's what I want to happen to me almost everyday... I can't seem to get myself to talk about it with the people I need to, but it's not like anyone would care....

Comments

[Mensonge Singer]

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........it's all my fault....

[Mensonge Singer]

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.......I. hate myself.....

[Destiny Chaser]

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You are loved.

[Script Singer]

if anybody still cares about this one, I've added and changed it up a bit https://www.fimfiction.net/story/495028/enough-reasons-to-die