Tomorrow, I mean it. (Short Story)

Tomorrow, I mean it. (Short Story)

Writing this, i was in a dark place. That is all.

Chapter 1

Short Story.

To the last few people who might care. Even just a little.
I'm done, so totally done. It's gotten to a deep part of me, and I can't take it anymore. It as in breathing. It as in crying every day. It as in living. I didn't know people could be so mean. Mean as in ignoring me. Mean as in beating me up everyday, leaving bruises and scars. Mean as in making me slide this blade across my wrist. I've got a rope, strong, maybe even unbreakable, ready for me any day, or even better, tonight.

Here's my last poem, i'll ever write.

If I don't cut today, I will tomorrow.
If I don't cry today, I will tomorrow.
If I don't give up today, I will tomorrow.
If I don't die today, I will tomorrow.

If my wrists are clean, they won't be tomorrow.
If my friends are happy, they won't be tomorrow.
If my parents are celebrating, they won't be tomorrow.
If those boys are proud, they won't be tomorrow.

If I say goodbye, I mean it.
If I say I promise, I mean it.
If I say you'll be fine, I mean it.
If i say I love you, I mean it.
But you don't.

-End of Poem

If you care let me know, I need to know if anyone at all cares. I feel so alone all the time.
I just can't deal with it anymore. My body is just numb, I feel nothing but pain, and that's all I'm ever going to feel.
Pain.
Just a 4 letter word with a simple meaning, right?
That's what you think.

Sincerly, The one and only, soon to be none and only, well, me.

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