It was like a nightmare.
The deafening roar of the river. Foam caressing my head.
There was no air. No more air...
But now... I'm here. In this cruel world. Alone.
And if you were here, you'd be too scared to move a muscle.
You don't, but I do. I have to breathe here. I have to eat here. I have to live here. And it's infuriating.
Some days, I want to rip myself apart.
Why am I here? Did I deserve this? Questions drown my mind and it's starting to get me. Get me hard.
YOU ARE READING
Imaginary Friend
FantasyFeeling alone is terrible. And the more you feel it, the more your mind takes over you. It will play tricks and make you believe anything and everything. Do not let them guide you. You are your own person, with your own limits, and your own intenti...
