It'll be better tomorrow -KuroSlumped in the rain, wetness trickling in riverlets down my back and shirt, suit sticking to my skin. I wonder, why? Why am I dying? Why not somebody else? I don't realise until now that I've gripped my head in my hands. Breath ragged, rocking back and forth with a wail of pain. Emotional pain. Why doesn't he leave me? Why doesn't everybody? I'm beyond help and I can see every time I have a fit I'm a burden.It'll be better tomorrow -Kuro by ~Expellion
Did you know the thorns move in the night? I wake up, I feel them settling under my skin. Crawling. I'm cursed to die and everytime, in their eyes, a burden. There isn't a morning that I don't wake up choking on my own blood and rattling for breath pathetically.
Why won't he hold me any more?
Blood is his aversion and so he runs. He leaves me here. In the rain to lament. I'm so cold and tired and weary of living. I do it for him but I don't think he appreciates it.
Nnngh.. It hurts and I know why. The pain, lightheaded. Dizzy. I'm choking on water and I can't breat