Trigger Warning.
I puff the cigarette in the air and sip the beer again.
I didn't get to sleep, nor, to eat. I don't want to do anything anymore.
I just wanted to die.
The wind breeze makes my hair fly as my eyes glanced at the lights coming from the building.
I dropped the cigarette and stomped on it, before dropping the empty beer.
I walked to the end of the rooftop and climbed up there.
I smiled to myself because I can now rest. I held the railings tightly as I looked down and saw how tall it was.
My past will still haunt me even if I did survive. This time no one can help me to fight, fight my own fears.
My father and his son are still on the run and I'm so scared that they will find me again. My Mom also left me, she was my whole world but she left. The person I love
