I am here, too, hear me out. I may be smiling, But deep inside, I’m dying. Help me, salvage me Before I fall to the pit of darkness That devours my whole consciousness. I don’t want to be a burden. As the scars deepen, I cut through my skin With a blade, freshly sharpened.
I am here,too
WRITTEN BY LADY MARIANDY ANGELES GRAPHICS BY JOSHUA OLITHAO
As the blood gushed out, the pressure releases. Floor is all red from the stain of despair. Tears are falling from the eyes of a broken soul. An angel lost her wings desperately longing for His comfort Wanting to end it all.
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