"I am poison and every minute spent with me is bringing you closer to your death." my voice drips with venom,every fiber of my being burns with rage as I declare to Eros,but he only chuckles and drags me by the waist.
His thumb caresses the corner...
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Depression.
I'm battling with this sickness that eats me alive from inside, tearing through my heart and soul like poison, leaving my mind a vessel for suicidal thoughts.
This can often be caused by many reasons. it can occur when you think you're not good enough for someone,it can occur when you feel like you're loosing a lot in life,it can occur when the one you love with all your heart takes that heart and breaks it into tiny little pieces,but in my case,it occured because I constantly sought validation in the same people I blame for making me the way I am.
I am a neglected soul left to wander this earth. It's a cruel cold world and humans become more inhumane everyday. I never knew mankind could be so toxic and lethal. I never knew humans could treat their own as an abomination.
My father abhors my existence.
Father,you should've used a condom.
My mother wants me to be perfect.
Mother,no one is perfect. You can only try and I've been trying,but you disregard me.
My older sister is better than me in every shape and form.
Sister,I can't explain it but I love and I hate you because no matter how I try,I can't be you neither can I outshine you but I still love you.
My little brother thinks I'm a weirdo.
Brother,I wear black all time because it's my favorite color and I talk to myself often because I don't have anyone else to talk to.
Sending me to therapy didn't help,it only made my condition worse. Sleep deprivation and starvation plagued me continuously. I hid myself from the world, finding solace in my safe haven,my room.
167 days and counting.
I've not stepped out of my room,I've not felt the warmth of the sun on my face,I've not interacted with another human being except my sister who still has limited time to check up on me when she thinks I might be dead when my room is eerily silent.
I hate humans.
I hate human interaction.
Please just go away. That's how I feel when I see someone. I want them to go away.
So it'll be me, myself and I.
Things were going great. I was slowly dieing inside.
Until...
My father decided that I wouldn't die in his house. I'm a stain on my families prestigious legacy and they don't say it,but they want me gone.
