November 18th

Snippit from a journal themed book i am starting to write, feed back is appreciated!

The thought of suicide trickles in so quietly doesn't it?

One second you are busy living life, the next you've lost the meaning of everything.

I almost drank a bottle of liqueur because I wanted to feel something.

I lose myself in the kisses and kind words of a boy because I thought it will help.

I'm not so sure it does.

Like rain on a tattered roof terrible thoughts are leaking into my mind. Leaving pools of disgust and misguidance. With each unkind word or thought, the leaks become wider.

I'm finding it harder to swim.