fall-out-boobs

mistyslay:

in America, black people are being gunned down simply for being alive, gay people can’t get married/can’t get jobs, politicians say women are asking for rape, trans people are being murdered every day, Middle Easterns are suspected to be terrorists, white men are defended for shooting up schools, teenage boys are building bombs to murder family and schoolmates and yet people still have the audacity to say this is the land of the free

Eternal Sleep

Me: Hey, can I tell you something?

You: I guess. Should I be concerned? 

Me: I don’t know. Maybe. I’m not quite sure. It’s just… 

You: What… what is it?

Me: Well, I think I’m…gay. 

You: Oh. Well. Um… I have to go. 

Me: Um…okay. I guess I’ll see you around then? 

You: Well, I don’t think we’re gonna be hanging out anymore. 

Me: Okay. Whatever you want. I’m so sorry! 

You: It’s um… bye. 

Me: Bye. 

I broke into tears as the door shut. My best friend leaving me alone in the darkness consuming my puzzled and confused thoughts. I slowly stumbled into my room as my world imploded into a dark hole. I grabbed the blade that sat upon my dresser. Dried blood remained from our last encounter. As it caressed my wrist I felt its love, the only love I’ll ever feel. I’m afraid this will be our last meeting, old friend. I feel the sting with every slice. I start to feel light headed and woozy. I make my way toward the toilet across the hall. I throw up my sorrow and shame. Snatch the vial from the medicine cabinet above me. I pour a handful of pills into my sweaty palm. As they slowly and painfully slide down my throat I can hear my ally from the back of my head mumbling “YES! YES! YES!” The tears flood my face while I climb into my mother’s bed. I start to twitch and slowly lose feeling in my left hand. I know that this is the end. I draw my last breath and listen to the beautiful birds chirp their way to sleep. Eternal sleep.