The person I see everyday in the mirror is a monster. Someone who likes death. Someone has a cold face but fear in her eyes. Dark circles under eyes, hair messy and knotted, body just skin and bones, cuts plastered on the skin. What happen? When did this all go wrong? How did this happy girl turn into a monster?
It was insanity. She went insane. Her on mind had finally capture her and left in her a cold dark prison. There is no escape now. The way she was before is no longer existing no will it exist ever again. Maybe it'll be better if she's still insane. Insanity keeps her going. It makes her feel like she's on cloud 9. But it also makes her life a roller coaster. She's has the ups and downs. She lost her appetite. She lost her motivation to be who she wanted to be.
Robert Frost once said "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, I took the one less traveled by " Well the one I choose was a dark cold road. One that I knee would be miserable and filled with pain. The sad thing is I'm lost now. The path was too dark and clouded for me to find my way. I tripped and fell into a rabbit whole. And what I found was a world of insanity.
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Suicidal Journal
Teen FictionEnter a mind of one who is confused. Someone who has no one to talk to. Someone who agonizes in pain and desperation. This is a story about a typical teen's suicidal journal. *please note that this story is written poetically*
