Today like a week before i had to shave, seeing my beard devour my face like the vines climbing along the cracks of an old house, i cant let it grow it look awful and neglected much like my life in continuous decline so I go in the dark in the bathroom and look at myself in the miror my distorted and disgusting face staring at me, i put cold water on my face it make me feel something for an instant before returning to a state of anesthesia, I put on a little bit of shaving cream and pickup the razor while keeping the eye contact with the monster in the miror, i start to shave and at some point the blade start going down my throat at this moment in the silence, all alone, the realization on my own life flashes through my mind at full speed, the memories of all those humiliations, those failures, but not a single success reaches me, and then the little voice in my head start talking to me, telling me to do it, to deliver a sharp blow to my throat that everything will be over after that, all my fears, all my tears, all my suffering,I wish things could have been different, maybe in another life.
will it end ? or will I end it ?
will it end ? or will I end it ?
