Crimson Splatter?
It's becomes a funny thought, after a while, when it becomes recurring that you are shooting yourself. Your body and soul feel so vacant, that you keep imaging a black .45 mm gun on the right temporal bone. Barely pushing the trigger, till it is actually pulled and your brain is smeared with blood, right next to your lifeless body.
It becomes funny, when you imagine it right before sleeping and the first thought to come into your head when you wake up.
It's weird when you take two sleeping pills, hoping to be out for the night, but instead you are up at six am.
It's a sad existence when you keep watching yourself shoot, with a crimson splattered brain or keep wanting to sleep because you don't have the urge to do anything else.
I would cry for some help, but I keep believing I am fine on my own; only it makes me feel worse.
Am I stronger than that? Why must I keep believing that shooting myself is an easier way out of these things..
It becomes funny, when you imagine it right before sleeping and the first thought to come into your head when you wake up.
It's weird when you take two sleeping pills, hoping to be out for the night, but instead you are up at six am.
It's a sad existence when you keep watching yourself shoot, with a crimson splattered brain or keep wanting to sleep because you don't have the urge to do anything else.
I would cry for some help, but I keep believing I am fine on my own; only it makes me feel worse.
Am I stronger than that? Why must I keep believing that shooting myself is an easier way out of these things..
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