I am hugging myself.
I don’t know if I am still alive or not. My whole body is numb, my hands and feet are cold, and there’s a long ringing tone blustering inside my head that’s making me deaf. All I know is that I am too afraid to open my eyes and see darkness.
I am not afraid of death sometimes. Ever since what happened between me and my family, I have always thought of trying to end my life. I know it’s stupid because previously I have said that I don’t want to die yet. Thus, I have things I want to fulfill and find for myself.
However, there are certain times, like this situation, that I am prepared to accept. Death means peace and I have been craving it ever since.
Ever since ‘that’ happened, my mind has become void. My soul becomes lifeless. My thoughts become destructive. It
