• appybagz 9w

    End life

    was sick
    of her life.
    She wanted to kill
    either herself or someone else.
    Everything was in an utter mess.
    She had lost control over her world.
    What was the point in living a life
    where there was no hope of being happy ever?
    Indeed she needed to take a decision now!
    She could not continue existing like this.
    She had now become a zombie.
    She had reached the end.
    The nadyr of life.
    Life on Earth.
    Loud gunshot.