by steph Jun 26, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Struggling to survive, a gun in her hand, a scar filled body, and a drugged up mind. Her body trembling, unable to swallow, hard to breathe, Eyes closed tightly, piercing screams. Knives stabbing at her body that is empty and broken, knives stabbing at her mind that is blocked with thoughts of self – mutilation, a gun placed on her head. Finger on the trigger, every hair on her neck pricked up with fear. Murder and suicide, the pleading turning into cries…she pulls the trigger. Bang. She pulls the trigger again and kills herself as well. |