The luxurious bright smiles of the souls who cope outside of our depression and anxiety, who have no idea what's going on inside our voided mines, that is the heavens of the other world. They have each other, living blind of what we feel as a bunch of endless negative intense thoughts. Heart breaks, the mind blowing up with negative thoughts, and doubting your instincts to the bitter end. The suicidal thoughts and even cutting ourselves to stop us from going crazy. That's the world I live in.
Other people live simple nice loving lives and choose to keep running like no one is suffering at all. We all choose out paths but some of us run into terrifying paths that lead us to the depths of hell. We cut ourselves to get out of the depths of our crazy minds. "How do I stop the thoughts? They are drowning me! Help is my needed to be pleaded before its given! This is a living hell! I have to cut myself just stop myself from going crazy! My mind is trying to take over my body! Please help me before it is to late!" I screamed in the spitting, burning pits of the voided hell.
"It's fine Layla, calm down! It's going to be okay! Nothing is going to harm you in anyway!" screamed my colleagues from the world that is close but far.
She was looking down at hell at my burning in pain body while she was sitting in a flower field of the heavens above. "Your world is far, but close my, dear. She is in a world of suffering. You won't be able to reach her." Silently lectured by the one we called our hearts.
My friends heart was lecturing her on my world, but she wouldn't listen. "Please listen Katelin!" Layla screamed while been swallowed by the pits.
"I'm not going to let go Layla! I won't listen! I will save you!" Katelin (Layla's best friend) argued.
The underworld has the power of no bounds of terror. These worlds aren't safe at all. I really feel like I am on the verge of death. The pain is unbearable and lonesome. Who else feels this? Is it a dark matter taking over my body driving me crazy or is it just my mind blowing up? Lately I have been cutting more. I tend to only cut my feet though. No one looks at feet. No one looks at me! I'm short, chubby, ugly, dumb, crazy and completely intoxicating! Everyone judges me, says I'm low and puts me against someone as perfect as Maylan Tylahn (who ever that is), they don't even look below their chins so how can people see me!?
I do something right no one remembers or congratulates me but if I do something wrong, "Oh hell with that shit!" is what I'd like to say to everyone's comments! They act like it is the end of the world! My older brother can't even let go of something I did two months ago. It's really not fair! I let go things he made a mistake doing (even his confession he pees his pants)!
The world really shows no mercy to the unlucky people! It only shows mercy to the popular people. I'm Layla and this is the end of my story! Well at least the edit shorter version of my story.
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The Ache in My Heart
RandomLayla Runaway was a victim of depression, anxiety, bullying, self harm and suicide attempts. Her house hold was fine it was just the outside world that holders a grudge against her counting herself. She had many deep emotional scars that reflected h...