12:26 pm, staring out the window the muffling of the teacher's voice in the background. The sky is colourless and rainy. A fleeting thought crosses my mind, if I jumped out this window would I be as colourless?
The darkness that I thought I detain with 3 a.m tears starts to creep out. Before it takes full control a familiar voice tears me from my trance.
“Are you okay”?
Did you know silents is the most deadliest thing? It allows me to think, to process my emotions. I hate it. My mind is not just the gun, but the one who also pulls the trigger. Over and over again
Shooting at my walls of sanity, until there's nothing but dust. Why must I be so sad? Why must I hate everything? Why must I live? These are the questions that I turn into bullets...
“Yeah, I'm fine”