Eyler
Cingulomania spark
- Aug 11, 2023
- 42
Thirty minutes beforehand, he wonders how it came to this. He dugs his hands across himself in hopes of scavenging for hope.
Twenty-five minutes beforehand, he lets out tears at the pain of his nails that rip off his skin, sitting in the bathroom.
Twenty minutes beforehand, his mind scrambles for those memories that din't exist to ignore the pain.
Fifteen minutes beforehand, he is already preparing his messages and letters for his loved ones.
Ten minutes beforehand, he cuts his hair and clean his face, looking in the mirror one last time.
Five minutes beforehand, he grabs the knife and leads it up to his neck.
He cried, he cried. He wasn't in the bathroom anymore, he only ran away from it and hid himself in the bedroom. He tells himself he do it another day, Coward.
I'm a coward.
Twenty-five minutes beforehand, he lets out tears at the pain of his nails that rip off his skin, sitting in the bathroom.
Twenty minutes beforehand, his mind scrambles for those memories that din't exist to ignore the pain.
Fifteen minutes beforehand, he is already preparing his messages and letters for his loved ones.
Ten minutes beforehand, he cuts his hair and clean his face, looking in the mirror one last time.
Five minutes beforehand, he grabs the knife and leads it up to his neck.
He cried, he cried. He wasn't in the bathroom anymore, he only ran away from it and hid himself in the bedroom. He tells himself he do it another day, Coward.
I'm a coward.