Amy Phillip - Suicide

That bullet didn't hurt as much as I expected.
It was somehow comforting- knowing that it's soon to be over- and I couldn't stop my eyes from crying their pain away.
Surrendering, I let the warmth of the cold, cruel metal to take over me, to penetrate my skin, my bones, making its way right into my body.
My mind wandered…..
It was a beautiful morning, one that was meant to be joyful, cheerful. And it was.
The sound of the angry sea, raging; the melody of the wild, wild wind, blowing everything smoothly; the sweet smell of the water and the colorless, endless sky, accompanied the peace within.
Everything looked as though it was coming together.
Everything seemed to understand that the moment has come.
It felt right- safe, but I shivered as the clouds turned grey. They whispered that it'll be over soon; that it'll end once I close my eyes.
and I shut them, waiting for the ocean to slowly drown my future; feeling the first rays of sun fiercely burn my hopes; holding my breath for the next big wave, and falling....falling to the sand.
And I cried.....releasing the rest of my agony with the heavy tears.
I was cold....I wished to get away from the rain, but it kept on pouring, wrapping me with darkness; killing my last screams.
I laid there, paralyzed; counting the seconds; enduring the sweetest torment.
And I wanted to escape....to be taken....but all I could do was bleed.
So I bled….
I bled my life; my soul; my memories.
I bled my fears; my nightmares; my miseries.
I bled in silence. I bled to forget.
And still, there was no one around; no one to hold my hand; no one to wipe my tears; no one to give me relief nor comfort, but the ghosts of my past.

Amy Phillip

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