2P Italy x Depressed/Suicidal Reader by kayniakaya, literature
Literature
2P Italy x Depressed/Suicidal Reader
2P Italy x Depressed/Suicidal Reader
I watched the blood drip down the knife wound on my side. I’d never admit to this man that he’s doing me a favor rather than a criminal act. I’ve seen his photo on the news several times; darkish brown hair with a tint of red, that unmistakable curl, those deep red eyes that show only pure enjoyment as he watches the person shiver and shake before he kills them, and those sweet looking lips that turn into a deadly smirk. His voice is so smooth, deep thick Italian accent; it’s very attractive like the said man.
“Bella, you don’t have a clue who y
Ending it all
.....
I'm so sick
No one sees how my mind is
No one knows sees me fading
I'm fading into nothing
I hurt
I cry
No one hears
No one sees
I fade back to nothingness
My voice: gone
My ideas: gone
My feelings: ignored
It's the end of me
Goodbye