As midnight passed me by a few times already, I
had been awake. I had looked at the clock hanging on my bedroom wall and
because I saw the time changing in front of me, I knew I was awake. It had hurt
to be, It had hurt to be awake and I remembered it did. My life did not wait
for me. Nobody waited for me. I lie awake staring at my ceiling in true
curiosity as to why he could not love me back.
All I heard was the ticking of my clock and the slow beats of my heart beat. As
I held my breath and blocked out the noise my clock was making I caught myself
waiting for my heart to stop too. As I imagined it would go slower and slower
and that at some point it would stop. Because the one my heart was beating for,
didn’t have his heart beating for me. I wasn’t the thing on his mind, as he was
the thing on mine. He was probably sound asleep as I was right here, with a
secret wish to die. I felt stupid, dumb and irrelevant. How could I have ever
believed that someone like him could love someone like me? When I only heard a
fading beat every once in a while I couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto my
face. The illusion of death felt really good right now. The illusion of my
heart stopping. I didn’t matter to him and I would never matter to anyone. I
would never leave this house again. I would never leave this bed again. Maybe
then he would know loss. Maybe then I would be happy. Maybe in heaven the have
someone to love me. With my eyes wide open I was faced with utter and complete
silence. No breaths, no clock, no heartbeat. And I was at peace.