There's a certain amount of pain one can deal with before they
breakdown. When the voices in your head whisper silent threats and
you're trying to fight back because you know that nobody will understand and your entire soul crumbles under the pressure. Honestly it's unavoidable. I tried to stay strong through all of this. I tried to fight back. Society ruined me. The stress of life ruined me. The whispers and the shouts broke me down. And that concrete smile I had plastered to my face cracked. I have damaged myself in so many unthinkable ways. All of it so that i WOULDN'T break. That's what they all told me to do.
Depression is a war. You either win or get so caught up in the avalanche
you die or get seriously injured when you're trying. Trying to fight back.
Trying to win. It's a bit like walking down a dark corridor never knowing when the light will turn on. Never knowing what's waiting around the
corner. It's a prison. You're both the convicted maniac and the cruel
warden. Every thought is a battle, but every breath is a war. I don't
really wanna fight anymore. I know i'm not happy. I know how hard it
gets too pretend. I'm fighting my war all alone. I try to tell myself to be
happy but the truth is....
I hate everything that's left of me....
YOU ARE READING
The Journal..
ChickLitThe things this girl kept inside her head, have now been uncovered. This is her journal. These are her secrets. Do you dare to know the truth..?
