What goes around comes around (quinn)
Nov 30, 2013 21:11:43 GMT -5
Post by Dylan189 on Nov 30, 2013 21:11:43 GMT -5
James Roh
James stood against the light poll. Eyes staring into space, nothingness, it was all blank. Out in the cold late at night. Head still throbbing from his failed suicide attempt. He sniffles, thinking about his older sis, his eyes tear up and he drops to his knees feeling weak, crying hard.
"Why! Why can't this just end?!?!?!? Why cant people just let me die", he says yelling and whispering the last part. Heaving for air as his eyes produce more and more tears, he stands up and stumbles into the town square. Walking up to the stage where the microphone was set up. They must have forgot to turn it off today and James speaks into it. " No one, ever helps, or cares..." He sits ranting on to himself.
James stood against the light poll. Eyes staring into space, nothingness, it was all blank. Out in the cold late at night. Head still throbbing from his failed suicide attempt. He sniffles, thinking about his older sis, his eyes tear up and he drops to his knees feeling weak, crying hard.
"Why! Why can't this just end?!?!?!? Why cant people just let me die", he says yelling and whispering the last part. Heaving for air as his eyes produce more and more tears, he stands up and stumbles into the town square. Walking up to the stage where the microphone was set up. They must have forgot to turn it off today and James speaks into it. " No one, ever helps, or cares..." He sits ranting on to himself.
