Small Stories and Poems

How I Feel Inside

I use to smile. I use to play. Careless as to what went on around me.

I use to be happy. I had people who loved me. I was content with life.

Then it all changed. My world shattered. I was thrown into an endless sea of sadness.

I've lived my life trying to keep my head above the waves. I hear whispers from far beneath, telling me to stop fighting, just give up, allow myself to sink into the dark depths. But to do that, I would die.

I'm afraid of dying. Death is what sent me to this terrible place to begin with. I can't give up.

But, although I see land, I stay. I think I could make it to the shore, be happy again. But I cling to the waves that rock me back and forth in a calming manner.

The waves numb me. I don't feel anything. But I never, ever, go beneath them.

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Author's Note:
I wrote this to try and describe my depression. I didn't do very well, but I'll post it anyway.