Words of A Suicidal Mind - 1. Chapter 1

Talking, and talking, and still more talking. No end to the words that comes for my mind. Endless chatter and meaningless unfulfilled promises to myself, family, friends, and strangers. No one wants them. Hating everything and everyone. Being hated back be everyone and everything back in turn. Time stands still, and still move at a snails pace. The glimmer of metal. Thoughts are now just consequential. Wanting to give myself up to the darkness. Take me now please I beg, but it never comes. Too scared to take my life from my body. The words are never ending. Dumb words that never mean anything. Just to feel the touch of another, could make all the difference. But, no one is willing to touch my tainted soul, or body, to theirs. Feelings that are never expressed, and thoughts that are never spoken. Sharp string of medal touches my skin, over and over again. Slicing through all the thoughts. Mindless chatter turns to the sound of snow, falling to the ground. My head, body, heart, mind, and soul empty of all emotions. The darkness starts to surround me. Everything fading to black. No more thoughts, emotions, or feelings. And yet that need to hear them will always be there.