Prologue

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Another day.

Pain.

Anxiety.

It washes over me

as I walk the halls of people

who are oblivious,

as I scream inside.

Am I really ignorant?

Am I too young to understand love?

Aren't I in pain?

Can't I be released?

...

...

...

No...

...I guess not...

These are the times I wish God can hear me,

...

and maybe answer me...

...Then God did...

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