I delve into the darkest part of my brain as my thoughts consume me, wrapping around me at the top of an abyss. I don't know what's worse.
The urge to jump off or the aspects of my life restraining me here.
As I wrap myself in a blood covered blanket hushing my own cries, rocking myself to sleep. I say it's going to be okay but I don't know that really.
But even this lie is comforting, you all probably think I'm spoiled in the riches of necessities fulfilled, that I have no idea what struggle. In all honesty, I know there's others out there that have it much rough.
And maybe I don't even know an actual time of hardship. Maybe I am just an emo rebellious teenager pissed off at her mom and addicted to tumblr.
But one thing I do know, is I am depressed. Severely depressed.
I write this as day 1,185 of being broken down, angry, sad, and overly emotional.
I am a teenager in mental pain.
YOU ARE READING
if you're reading this..
Poesíain the dirt, rubble, and dust, a human emerged with cuts and bruises. I asked her why she was so beat up, and she said replied "in the end, life fucks us all."
