21/03/22
It's getting worse. As days goes by. All the hope of better tomorrow comes crashing down each morning with the same emptiness. Voices getting louder within my head screaming those words I didn't wanted to hear. "It'll be good if I would be gone". "It'll be fine after some time". Now pretending to smile, to be numb with all these pain you thought were childish.
Trying to find the light, hear that one positive thought you always talk about. Falling in this pitch darkness I found my comfort letting those tears fall. Letting the venerable side to take control.
Holding the weak and tiny thread of the only hope left.. I let it fall after hearing your words. The voices inside my head, never expected you'll be one of them. Asking your child if you're alright. After poisoning my heart with the words you said. Repeating itself becoming yet another voice. "Don't just mark yourself cut it end next time " piercing my head finding a positive end. . A Mother they said understands you the best..
Getting used to the feeling of hurt still feeling the pain. I'll walk till the end. Darkness or Light letting my fate to decide.
-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. 💜
