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Heart Shards
The shards of my broken heart cut deep.
- Feb 3, 2019
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So my dad locked away my firearms. I've been hospitalized seven times. He claims I'm unstable, I don't disagree. Morning when he left for work I took the nail file from some nail cilppers, jiggled them for a bit and turned the key hole, the safe opened in a instant. I put a shell in the shotgun placed it in my mouth at my brainstem. My finger placed on the trigger but I couldn't pull. Fucking SI man! but I have one positive thing about me. I feel like a mcguyver! I can try again when I feel the time is right. Having the sure option of dying is relieving.