I failed in front of everyone.
No place to hide my face.
Running away.
Far from here.
Done with this all.
Noting left to do.
Dreams shatter and fall from sight.
No one even noticed.
On my own, lost and confused.
Drunk and alone.
Alone with the thoughts of death.
The gun cocked, the blades covered in dried blood.
The stains of failure all around.
Old cuts burst open as i restlessly move from side to side as the walls close in on me.
Would anyone really miss me?
Who would see me fall from heaven?
Chills run up and down my spine...
The room grows so cold and dark.
My breaths escape me.
My body is failing on me.
Collapsing on the ground...
Breaking apart as my mind goes a wander and i go numb.
Conforming to everyone else's expectations as they watch me make a wreck of my life.
Alcohol doesn't make the pain stop, the cutting never makes me feel alive.
The blood dripping down my leg is nothing but another broken sin.
Another stain on the carpet.
Pressure building.
Lost hope.
Pull the trigger.
Was it worth it?