The sensation, it just won't go away! The constant pounding, scratching, clawing from the very depths of my mind.
"KILL ME!" I cried, winding my hands in my hair and tugging at the roots. "I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE " I screamed, a steady track of tears staining my puffy red cheeks.
My head slammed against the wall, knocking my frail body to the ground. Fetal was the default position . "Why won't it stop? Why can't I just end this? What did I do to deserve this" I choked out in a barely audible whisper.
Wave after wave of excruciating pain. The low rattle planted in my ears aiming to do nothing but hurt me further.
A racking jolt shot through my body.
"Ah!" I cried as I hit my head the cold, hard floor. "It was the same dream, no, nightmare as before but, this one was so, vivid" I thought out loud to myself.
I couldn't even be bothered to get up, the weight of my insecurities holding me down.
"WHY AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" I cried loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood.
I couldn't hold back the tears and the dam holding back my self loathing burst.
Why am I so alone? I couldn't even speak out loud.
"IM USELESS, WHY WOULD ANYBODY NEED ME ON THIS GOD FORSAKEN PLANET"
"I'm tired of their empty concern, why couldn't it of been me?" I croaked out to the shadowed corners of my bedroom.
I am nobody. I am alone.
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The scraping
HorrorThe scraping, scratching, clawing is just too much too bare. After...after the incident, my stability crumbled into disrepair. I feel helpless, I know it was my fault.
