My first attempt
As I had mentioned I’d been thinking about sharing my writing. Well here’s my first stab at it. Let me know what you think, either with reply or by message. Please? I’m really self conscious about this.. lol
As I sit, deep in contemplation, I hold in my hand a destroyer of worlds. I hold it up to my head, the cold steel a refreshing reminder that I’m in fact human. I move it around teasing the thought that I should pull the trigger. I line it up, in order to see my finger on the trigger, I want to see the task I’m about to complete. “BANG” a defining sound, the split second of cognitive thought I have left I feel a surprising warmth, serenity and relief. My life flashes before my eyes, and all I see is you. You were my life, my reason to continue. You removed yourself from the picture, I had no choice but to go in this manner. I see our life together, it was nice, peaceful then a chaotic storm brewed out of nowhere. It was something neither of us could control or explain. This storm took form, we could see what it was; it was depression. An ugly faceless beast that has the ability to change everything for the worse. We went our separate ways, our problems splitting, no longer one being. I started to only know what this feeling was like, dark and dreary. I had no light to lead me away from the path that I’d chosen, you took it when you departed. There I was, a silhouette of what I once was, a soulless, heartless monster. My “friend” followed me everywhere whispering “sweet” nothing’s in my ear. Telling me I was worthless, no one would miss me and that with him I would be in complete power. I finally gave into his talk, this is where we stand now. All I can hope is that you understand and realize I did this because without you I’m nothing but a shell, going on basic instincts. It’s probably for the best, you see, without me you’ll be happier, maybe your “friend” will leave you, I can protect you better this way. I can watch over you all the time because I’ll be there with you, in a literal sense instead of figuratively. I did this for you, not me. I love you, I always will.
Sent! Brickmosis is mine.
"I want to be
the first thing you touch in the morning,
and the last thing you taste at night."