The description , because it's kind of short, and I don't want to give much away. Anyways, I'm in a bit of a strange mood, so here is the product of that slightly morbid mood. Also, I decided to test out writing in present tense, since I'm usually a past-tense kind of writer. 

Warnings: Not my usual fluffiness. Contains mentionings of suicide and self harm, and briefly mentions bullying. Of course, it does have a bit of fluffiness, because I can't go without my daily dose of fluff, but it's like "Would you like some fluff with your angst?" rather than my usual "Would you like some angst with your cavity-inducing, overly sweet, fluff?" If any part of this will trigger something, either a) don't read it, or b) send me a message or something and we'll talk, because I don't want any of my readers really upset and I'm definitely willing to hear you out, especially since I know first, and second hand what depression and that stuff is like. 

Anyways, here's my usual teaser.

So much pain. My chest feels like it’s going to explode with each heartbeat, a painful reminder that I am still alive. Why couldn’t anyone see the pain I hold like hot coals in my chest? Then again, why would they even look? Wouldn’t everything be easier if I was gone? No one else would have to make excuses for my obvious worthlessness, and no one else would have to suffer from my stupidity.