The morning after I killed myself (my pov)
The morning after I killed my self I became one with the sky, the sun & the moon and the stars.
From there I was able to look down on all the people I loved , who I felt didn’t love me enough to see or understand my pain enough for me to stay.
I watched my mom and my sister cry, rage, and question how it could even happen.
I watched my stepdad drink it all away.
I watched as Khaleesi howled away in pain , forgotten by the ones I loved who know that she meant the most to me .
I watched the boy I loved crumble as he wished his ego didn’t get in the way of showing me real love and making things right , not making me his wife or starting our life.
I watched the fake friends who said they would be there (and weren’t) use the “pain” of my sudden departure for their own personal gain and pity.
I watched my real friends break into pieces and do whatever they could to keep my memory alive.
The morning after I killed my self I became one with the sky, and all the beautiful things I loved so much about the earth .
You could find me in the sunrise and the sunset , the beautiful colors of pink , purple and orange.
I became the water that brought me so much peace and tranquility as all my worries floated away
You could see me in the moon and the stars that made me feel balanced when I gazed at them in the night .
And you could find me in the beautiful green mountains where I would always be a breath of fresh air.
The morning after I killed my self , all the pain , the sorrow , and the worries washed away.. and it seemed like and end but in a way it was the beginning.
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