Authors notes: I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages but I have my GCSE mock exams coming up and I've been revising non stop for them but, I guess this is English revision so to hell with it.
TRIGGER WARNING
Depression isn't just sadness. Sadness is wanting to cry for a while, feel sorry for yourself but you quickly move on as soon as what has caused the sadness is over. But depression is so much worse. Depression is lying in your bed staring up at the wall with your cheeks tickling because tears are slowly dropping down them. You lay awake at 4am so physically and mentally exhausted that you so badly need sleep but you can't. It's your throat raw from crying and screaming. It burns hotter than the laptop I rest on my lap as I type this. But in some part of you, you hold onto the hope that it may get better. That one day the scars on your wrists, thighs, heart will heal and you'll once again be whole. But as each second passes the hope fades away and you're left with a body that's empty. No so called soul that fills the body and causes the heart to continue beating. You lay awake in bed until exhaustion knocks you out and you're placed into a world of nightmares. A world of your own device. A world that should protect you and allow you to fly. But no. In our own sick twisted minds our brain tortures us and presents pictures of our own personal demons. These demons can be presented as objects, memories but for me it's humans. Past humans. Present humans. And humans who were yet to get to me.
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Barely alive
Genel KurguSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
