My Dark Mind (short stories)

The Crow and The Clouds

I sat in the Dew Drenched field, in the sorrowful morning questioning my meaning for life. The sun was hidden by the dark clouds making the sky seem sad almost resembling a mother who just lost her child. My hands ran over the dying grass as I watched a lone crow fly through the sky free like my soul wishes to be. That is impossible though for my soul is weighed down by depression, sorrow, trauma, and Guilt. I will be free soon though; the soothing relief of sweet innocent death longs for me and I long for its calming touch. I long to be free from this pain and hallucinations in which I suffer through day after day spinning slowly into madness. The voices are my only friend as I sink further into my head. Descending further and further into madness and insanity, my depression and self-hatred grew stronger and more prominent each day. Why can't I just be free, like the crow and the clouds? I wish to get away from the pain and sorrow and with this full bottle in my pocket that rattles like the thoughts in my mind. In a few short moments I'll be free. Free from the guilt of my best friend's death, free from the trauma which was inflicted by a man who could never seem to keep his hands to himself and his parts in his pants, Free from the sorrow caused by bullying and drama, and free from the depression of my mind causing me to spiral into madness. So goodbye Dewey field. Goodbye dark clouds, goodbye flying crow. Now I join you, dying grass opens pill bottle Shakely while singing through the tears  "I am a lost boy in neverland time to go away with Peter pan, I am a lost soul so peter pan help me find my neverland." take pills and lie back on grass closing eyes