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(Hung By A Noose). BY: @FadedBetweenBothHalos | (Jacob Morales)
I can move, I can't think straight, why does my toes hurt when I walk? why do my knees & thighs burn of a flaming hot surface that rubs against the fabric of my clothing. It reeks of polyester & silk, fingers cracked & bleeding from the impact of the fabric that is my clothing. Something's happening with my body that I'm not in control of. above the fact of feeling like my whole body is on fire, the people around me seem to have forgotten who I am & I 've grown to hate every single human being, I 'm starting to even hate myself for being in this erotic position to feel intense emotion, as If I could feel nothing at all.
Stress is In an all-time uprising, everything is putting me in a position to suffer & be miserable for reasons I still could not understand It feels like the band lands of an abyss, AS sea of mental beasts, a gauntlet mental obstacles following me to me ultimate doom as I walk the plank of shame. To see the world who is watching my every move on a jumbotron Is horrific. I can't tell If I'm being watched or recorded. they always see a picture is worth a thousand words, only difference is I'm quite photogenic & I'd rather hide my face & post it in the form of a anon so people will never know who I am. I wish I didn't exist , like there was no way of knowing that I could be made be any living life form, by any robotic machine, more or less a digital program. Like I was a robot that was forgotten. I mean, nobody cares for my presence anyway, & If they do, then It's only to use & abuse me for being a soft-hearted little fuck who does everything for people & can be an easy target for those who are higher then me. Plus I kind of like the idea of abortions, yet I hate when women do it, Like you had all the time in the world to stop from whatever was happening, but you decided to just let it happen without protection.
however, other times, forced intimacy grinds my poor gears to the brim. But I should be happy that I wasn't the one who wasn't aborted. As I tell myself that I'm a superstar, the king of hell waits for the day for me to life my hands up & twirls the blade into my neck & glides it horizontally. What will I do when I finally gather the courage to do it, I won't be able to stop the bleeding, not even will be able to call for help, the ambulance won't be here fast enough. SO then, maybe I should do something quick & painless, to just end the suffering & give the king of hell what he's been asking for. hang a rope on a nail on the ceiling , trembling at the end of a chair & kick it away as I suspend myself kicking & gasping for air, THEN....nothing.
Written BY: Jacob Morales.
