Short stories {TRIGGER WARNING}

~Hilfe~

I'm drowning in my thoughts, I'm trapped inside my mind,  I'm pushed to the edge of my sanity, I'm scared, afraid, doomed.

And yet I say nothing. I'm quite.

I'd go insane before I ask for help. Sometimes I think I'm not worth helping. Maybe I'm not. What If I'm right? It's possible. Very possible. Maybe even true.

I'm incased in a web that keeps me put.

I don't even struggle anymore, it's useless.

I keep it hidden to keep others happy, but I only hurt more. It's sad when you don't want anyone to notice, and when they don't you feel betrayed. They didn't even notice, well they don't really care anyway.

It hurts, but faking it hurts worse.

It burns, but I don't mind the flames. I've grown used to them. There are times it seems like the flames are my best friends, their always there for me, they never leave. They even comfort me sometimes. Sometimes I hope they never leave.

I no longer fear the demons in my head, they guide me, help me, protect me.

Sometimes I think: if people say Satan is just someone we make up in our mind, than what is God? Is he really there for me? Or did you just tell me that to make me feel better?  If you did it's not working.

People have sides, God or Satan. Truthfully: I pray, I say I'm with God. But that's another peace of the mask I wear. I'd never be with Satan, I could never hurt someone. I guess I'm in the middle. The lone middle, where people are quiet and shy. Where no one sees your alone in the darkness. Where no one sees you trusting the demons in your brain.

Ich brauche Hilfe, und ich bin zu Angst, um es zu bitten.

~Hilfe-help
~Ich brauche Hilfe, und ich bin zu Angst, um es zu bitten.- i need help, and im too afraid to ask for it.