Lsd (18+)
By Seer
i feel the sweat sliding down my forehead i look around my room and things begin to change pictures come alive THER'RE TRING TO KILL ME no, please no more i want it to stop the carpet crawls up my leg i scream in horror pulling free i trip i hit my head on a chair its legs of the chair begin to stomp around my head i jump to my feet ignoring the pain this has to end i grab the windowsill and squeeze until my hands begin to bruise i pull my body forward and slam my head into the glass i pull back and look at the shattered pane i don't even care about the pain or the cut across my forehead the sweat stings but i ignore it all i care about is the glass i grab a shard and pull if from the frame it cuts my hand but i don't care i plunge it into my chest and i feel relieved happiness because i made it endi have never done LSD. just for the record. but i know lots of people kill themselves while on it. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 10:14 AM PST 0 • 10
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"i feel the sweat..."