thoughts are all around us
they are energy
the wind dancing across you nose or the storm swirling in your mind
I think all of this. This is a thought right here right now. I think this while sitting down; my legs carefully arranged beneath me. My head screaming. The flood of water pounding against the shower floor. Completely dry I am. The water sprinkles lightly across my face. I scoot back as to keep dry. I peel off my shirt and step into the rain coming from my faucet. It washes away the tears. The dirt, the sweat, the blood. The pain. My pain. When I get out it will all be gone. But that's what makes me who I am. Without it I'm an empty shell. I step out as a hollow shell. This is who I am. I think this. all of it is a thought. It's all in my head. It's not real. None of it is.
just a thought.
YOU ARE READING
help me (Tyler Joseph)
Puisithis isn't some shitty fanfiction (even though joshler is amazing) and there isn't going to be someone falling in love no this is a story of sacrifice and self doubt it's a story about our inner demons and one particular boy's fight
