I suffocate. Drowning deeper and deeper. Everything becomes a blur in an excruciating pace. My lungs are burning. I hear screaming. Then, I realize, the screams are mine. And the pain becomes poignant.
You are a fool.
I slowly close my eyes and I can’t breathe. My hands spreading across my chest, my nails clawing, but I don’t feel anything. My lungs-they yell for oxygen. I’m at the edge of a mountain. Leaning forward slightly, I fall. I’m falling. Suddenly I’m dead. And nothing would be more giving than that: to have the comfort of disappearing. I’m losing myself. No, I’m already lost.
I dried myself clean and began dressing. Checking myself in the mirror, I frowned disapprovingly. I carefully leaned in on the walls and peeked down the narrow
You are a fool.
I slowly close my eyes and I can’t breathe. My hands spreading across my chest, my nails clawing, but I don’t feel anything. My lungs-they yell for oxygen. I’m at the edge of a mountain. Leaning forward slightly, I fall. I’m falling. Suddenly I’m dead. And nothing would be more giving than that: to have the comfort of disappearing. I’m losing myself. No, I’m already lost.
I dried myself clean and began dressing. Checking myself in the mirror, I frowned disapprovingly. I carefully leaned in on the walls and peeked down the narrow