Drugs, Devils and Dresses

 

I wanted to run. Run as far away as my legs would take me. There was so much of darkness around me, that it was curbing every light of hope that would penetrate through my covers of pretense and pain.

 

The few bruises that i received every day were just a tiny display of the deep cuts that were present on my insides. with every passing day i lost more of myself to the devil.

 

i don't know how i wound up here?!

Loneliness was my only companion when i had started this journey hoping that i found a friend along the way, and well, i have never felt this alone.

 

I started inhaling deeply feeling the absence of oxygen in my lungs, the breaths became faster but the level of oxygen just kept dropping. my heartbeat was slowing as i fell the numbness trying to possess my body. i was finally getting what i deserved and what i wanted most. DEATH. that was only option of escape left. my life has become so complicated that it was impossible to untangle it.

 

i knew i was breathing my last, so in the moments that i had left i sent a prayer to God asking for forgiveness.

 

Even if i spent my entire remaining life in repentance i would be miles away from salvation.

i closed my eyes, trying to ignore the pain that had now spread to every-part of my body.

 

i opened my eyes for the last time, trying to capture every moment i could in those mere seconds i had left.

 

  then I felt the compulsion of death take over me.