"Everything's okay." I whisper to myself as I sit in a corner huddled together, tears burning through my cheeks. The knot in my chest tightens, with every passing minute, making it harder and harder to breathe. I feel my heart bleeding inside, pumping acid through my veins, scorching every cell in me as I silently scream in pain.
The constant bickering in my head is like two wolves, wild and vicious fighting to kill, knawing at each other with their razor sharp teeth. Each snap hits my head like a ton of bricks, making it ache while a fresh stream of hot tears stain my cheeks.
I watch my wrists bleed as I try to pry them away from the shackles tormenting me, my futile attempts at trying to escape this prison my mind set up only end up hurting me more, as I take out my seething agony on the only good things left in life. I see myself setting fire to the very pillars of strength I spent years building, I try to stop myself as the matchstick falls, setting everything I ever loved ablaze.
A scarlet fire roars as all that mattered starts to turn into a thick black cloud of smoke, smoke filled with excruciating pain, cries of help and heart breaks.
The cloud of melancholy begins to suffocate me as I watch all the heart strings holding me together raze to ashes.
I close my eyes in the hopes of relief, in the hopes of finding an escape.
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Just Another Diary
Non-FictionThis isn't a story. It's a collection of thoughts, thoughts I'm sure all teens go through.
