“I CHOOSE to feel depressed?”
she asks herself as she kicks the bag of clothes on the floor.
“I CHOOSE to be fucking miserable?”
she asks as she rips her clothing from the hangers and stuffs them into her knapsack.
“I CHOOSE to hear these voices in my goddamn head?”
she screams as tears stream down her face.
“WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD
FUCKING CHOOSE THAT!?”
she yells as she slams her bedroom door shut.
She packed her clothes.
She packs her blades.
Her knife for protection.
Her cigarettes.
Her lighter.
Her pills.
“Now its time to leave this god awful place.”
No comments:
Post a Comment