As I lay on my bed, the bed that seems to hold me prison, I wish to rot.
I wish for nothing more but to feel myself sink into this prison for the last time, blankets holding me down like chains as my brain begins to turn off.
I wouldn't have to worry anymore, not about my school, not about my health and definitely not about my life. I'd leave behind the world of consciousness and all its horrors.
I wish for my organs to decay before gases begin to sleep from my body, I wish for maggots to infest my skin eating at my fleshy corpse until all that's left of me is a set of bones. Truly I wish there was nothing left of me , but for now;
I wish to rot.
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