Warning! Gore, depictions of obvious mental illness and acts of self harm!!

I lay in my bed rotting away like an apple that’s been plucked from a tree, I decide to stand up. Do something, not feel so…empty? Filled with abyss? Disgusting? is there even a word that can summarize this feeling I’m filled with? I don’t want to live like this.

As I stand up, my vision darkens, my eyesight becomes b...

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.

I tell myself that repeatedly as I glance down at him. Except, this isn’t the man I once knew, the man I so badly yearned for, this is an empty shell of what he once was. His skin, cold and bitter, his eyes hollow, without the light that guided me, his lips slightly parted, blood staining the floor beneath him. I let out a panicked l...