A Story of Letting Go
I have to let go, but I can't. It's been on me for days. I have to keep it shut or else I'll be hurt. But if I don't let go, I know I will suffer even more.
I spend moments in the room trying to let go. But I just can't. I started taking up drugs to ease the pain but nothing happened. I tried to just sleep it up but the pain didn't leave me, and it's getting physical. I burst into tears. Why can't I let go?
I don't want to eat. I don't want to sleep. I just don't want to add the burdens I'm feeling. I tried to overdose just to get over it, but things continue to excruciate me. What am I gonna do?
One night, I decided to end it up. I know it will hurt, but this is for the best. It hurts, it really hurts! I started crying in pain again. "Honey, are you okay?", my mom asked. I didn't answer. I don't want her to know. I'm letting it out. "Uhhh... Ugghh... Aaahhh!" Finally, it ended. Then I flushed the toilet.