Please Kill Me Already

I was terrified.

I had a dream—creepy, twisted, and far too real.

I was afraid.

But there was no one to hold me. No one to believe me.

I lived that nightmare again and again. A loop with no escape.

Every time I tried to end someone’s suffering, I only started someone else’s.

I prayed to God to just kill me.

But even my prayers never reached Him.