19/12/21
Standing infront of the mirror. I see my reflection. Laughing at me, taunting me, reminding me of the shadows of my own mind.The face of all those voices inside my head. I asked for a small thing.
A shoulder to cry, a hand to hold. Was it too much I was asking?
I did get help from the same person who called me names. Is it me who's wrong for not believing their affection. Is it me who's hurting MYSELF.
I'm fine. I lie. Consoling myself between those hiccups telling white lies. I don't know why but I can't even come in positive terms with my own self. Drowning in my own facade. I'll survive. Fighting my own demons. Inside me...
-late night diaries.
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Blue & Grey
Non-FictionA diary written by a suicidal and depressed soul going through the hardest time fighting her own inner demons. My diary. 💜
