"You give people hope. Yet, you've lost all hope for yourself" He spoke the truth.
"That's life. Most of the time the wisest are the saddest. The most broken"
Drowning. But no death. Screaming. But no response. Life. Without living free.
Are we just puppets? Puppets tied down by strings controlled by the puppet master.
Ribbons. Threads. Strings. Ropes.
Ribbons being worn.
Threads being tied.
Strings being cut.
Ropes being hung.
Are we just stars? Slowly burning out. Unable to stop the people we watch from destroying themselves.
World of watching, no speaking, no changing, no saving. Just observing the sad acts of life.
The ups and downs they throw at us are known to be as high as mountains, as steep as a cliff.
Anti-Depressants don't do shit when it's life whom is handing you the sad moments and experiences here. It's not your mental state.
We were once all pure and clean, not a scar of a wink of depression. No thoughts of hate, death, suicide.
Why has life changed so dramatically?
Why are we still holding onto that rope, the rope keeping us up from suffocation?
Are we insane and this reality is just our minds? A figment of our imagination.
So that was the first bit I posted. I know it's not that great or long but it's what has been going through my mind. I needed to write/type it somewhere. Someplace. Ik there may be mistakes but I don't care. This is all just for me ranting. Getting my thoughts out here. Thank for reading. #StayStrong little readers. I'm here for messages. Stay strong. 4Ever surviving. Until next time. Byee!! *Shy waves* .
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