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Songs of the Heart - 3. Chapter 3 - 1.800.273.8255
It’s been three days since that asshole walked back into my life, and I have done the bravest thing I could, I went into hiding. Like, am IG model who gained five pounds and avoiding a mirror type of hiding. Like right now I was listening to Lyric’s song “1-800-273-8255” and fingering this pocket knife I got when I was ten from my grandpa, this little knife has had a big part in me becoming me. It's weird how society still doesn't take suicide seriously. The looks I get when I talk about my struggle and the demons that came with it. Looking down, I stared at the scar on my right wrist, thinking about all I have been through and knowing how close to missing out on the beautiful moments that have happened since.
Being the responsible owner I am, I knew I could not just stop showing up. Reaching out to Sara, my lead bartender, and assistant manager. We started talking by text and face time, giving instructions for the bar, and answering staffing issues. Unluckily for her, she was the only one who I had spoken to, something I am sure Ty and Odin will let me hear about. I just can't figure out why people won't understand I just want to be left alone. I need my space and time to come around to him being here
I don't wanna be alive
I don't wanna be alive
I just wanna die today
I just wanna die
I don't wanna be alive
I don't wanna be alive
I just wanna die
And let me tell you why
Why did it have to be him? My heart still thumped at the thought of him and my anger seemed to pulse at the same rate. Because of him, because of his torment and abuse, the fact no one would listen or act to stop it. How many days did I look at my dad's old handgun or the bottle of pills my grandma had, how easy it would be to just let go and die? Some scars are hard to forget, and the white slashes on my wrists were some of the hardest. Luckily for me, there was my mom, a woman who was strong enough to pick up the pieces when I tried to end my life. I let myself sing along with the next set of lyrics, they were my favorite part of this song.
It's the very first breath
When your head's been drowning underwater
And it's the lightness in the air
When you're there
Chest to chest with a lover
It's holding on, though the road's long
And seeing light in the darkest things
And when you stare at your reflection
Finally knowing who it is
I know that you'll thank God you did
I could just feel the Logic’s lyrics just flow within me. I didn’t want to be the scared, lonely, hurt little boy, I wanna live and enjoy life. Now there's only one way to do that, and in all honesty, I had been avoiding it but I really can't avoid it anymore. I had to confront the demon from my past. I let my fingers run over the tip of the sharp blade when suddenly I heard a loud crack causing a twitch.
“FUCK! SON OF A BIT-” Was all I got out as I put a nice slicing gash across my finger. Standing to turn and look into my living room, I managed to get there just as my front door, deadbolts, and all swung open. I could feel my jaw drop as I watched a shadow enter my home.
I been on the low
I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feel like my life ain't mine
Who can relate?
I been on the low
I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feels like my life ain't mine
I watched as he entered all the way slowly, never taking his eyes off me. He then came over gently removing the knife from my hand, placing it gently on the coffee table. Next, he wrapped his arms around and crushed my body into his. Before I could object a pair of lips came crashing down onto mine. This was no sweet and slow kiss, this was teeth-rattling filled with need type of kiss. My whole body felt like it was up in flames, it had been a long time since we had shared a kiss. I had started pressing against his chest trying to break loose, any hope of doing that quickly faded as I let myself enjoy the feeling of our bodies touching. He finally broke this kiss leaving us panting and gasping. His more muscled and wider frame easily hugging my more lean one. His hand slid up my side, his fingers giving me goosebumps, then he cupped my chin and tilted my head back, our eyes locked.
Pain don't hurt the same,
I know The lane I travel feels alone
But I'm moving 'til my legs give out
And I see my tears melt in the snow
But I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna cry anymore
I wanna feel alive
I don't even wanna die anymore
Oh I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't even wanna die anymore
I saw so much in the crystal blue eyes fear, hurt, anger, and sadness. The thing that stood out the most though, was love. Our lips slowly met once again, this time I wasn't going to let it end anytime soon.
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