Journal Entry (1)
I thought you would change. And for who? Well, me I guess. But right now you’re probably laughing at my weak state. Thinking about all the bruises you littered on my skin and all the blood that was painted to. Did you ever stop an think how much I’m hurting inside? Did you ever think I’m trying to end life? Did you ever think that I was human to? Because if you did, you didn’t show me how much you cared today.
Instead, you showed me the opposite.
I wish I could stand up.
I wish I could end life.
I wish I could die.
But you’re not in for luck because I’m actually staying.
Have you ever considered that I actually liked you once?
Have you ever considered that your actions could kill me?
Well you can stop wondering, because I feel dead. Physically, and mentally.