Wednesday, August 10th, 2016
(8/10/2016)
4:13 p.m.
Help me.
Someone help me.
I don't want this anymore.
I can't breathe.
People are looking at me.
I don't like it.
I want out of here.
I lay on the floor of my bedroom.
It reeks of despair.
Get me out of here.
Get me away from these people.
Someone...Someone save me.
I can't even cry.
I just...sit there.
I sit there and I stare into oblivion, wishing that I could feel something other than sadness right now.
I feel myself breaking.
I can't believe this.
But yet, I actually can.
I saw it coming.
I knew what would happen.
I told myself that it'd turn out different but I just...didn't believe it at all, to be completely honest.
It was all a lie.
And now I ended up paying the price and I don't want this anymore.
This is a short chapter, because like the words on this page, my happiness was short-lived.
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Clipped Wings - A Story Of Today's Society
SaggisticaPeople with depression, people like me, are often called fallen angels. They are called fallen angels because they stay here on Earth and try to help people. But sometimes they don't stay. And they return home to God. ~~~~~~~~~~ Warning: Mentions of...
