Friday 23rd September
I wake up screaming. My lungs feel deflated. I feel deflated.
I feel so lost in my depression.
Going downstairs, I take my pills.
Major Depressive Disorder painted me with a sorrowful face.
***
My eyes were red. I looked high.
My hair felt like straw. I hadn't bathed in four days.
When I finally have my precious bath, I lather myself with the shampoo.
I scrub my skin with soap.
Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing...
My skin is now red, just like my eyes, only more.
I scrub and scrub but I don't feel clean.
The scrubbing won't bring my virginity back.
My arm is now a crimson and looks as if blood it going to pour out.
It doesn't matter. I'm slowly bleeding out anyway.
But I stop scrubbing.
I stop.
S T O P
and breathe.
And calm myself.
Things will get good.
They might get better.
And when they do, I'll be waiting.
Because it's not going to be anytime soon.
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Okay, first A/N.
Can you give me opinions? I'm unsure on how the book is going. Naturally, as the author, I try and I think my writing is good.
But you have an opinion too, so please voice it!
Destructive and constructive criticism is welcome.
(I like destructive criticism)
Kay, bye!
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