I sit here in the darkness. Light seems like a thought that's non-existing. My heart skips a beat, I get so confused. How is the darkness so scary, yet so calming at the same time. But I'm still stuck. Stuck in the darkness.
Screaming flashes stuck in my head. Voices that I don't want to hear, images I don't want to see floating by each worse than the last. Then i get shaky, palms sweaty, and head just full of emotions. Then just black. I'm stuck in my head. Hot tears streaming down my face. I scream for it to stop but it just goes faster. So I sit. Sit for what feels like forever.
This feels like torture. This feeling makes death seem like a stroll in the park.
Because death is just so much easier. Death can be painless. Death is calming. I wish to go back to a better, easier, happier life. I don't want to be stuck in the darkness.
My eyes start adjusting and slowly the light starts coming into view. I try to go towards it. I run until my legs give out. The light still seems so far away. I want to give up, but I don't want the darkness to swallow me whole. So I dust my legs off and stretch to prepare. Prepare to fight for my life. So I run. Run as fast as I can.
Then all of a sudden I am back in darkness. Sitting here alone. So now I sit here in the darkness.
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Touch of Love
PoetryMini stories about heartache, grief, love. This book goes through all the hardships that most people don't like to talk about. This book can be uncomfortable because the human emotions are difficult to deal with. This book is to let people know that...
