It’s been a long time since I was here before, here in my little cage surrounded by anguish. I was away, cherishing the sweet feeling of contentment despite knowing how dangerous the momentary high can be. The future keeps wavering in front of my eyes, like a glitchy tv-screen, flickering between the photos painted with happy smiles and a never ending bond, to pictures coloured with raw tears and shattered emotions.
A weak reflection of the present stares back at me, taunting me with a smirk on its face. I feel my heartstrings being gnawed out as the blanket of despair suffocates me tighter in its hold. The very blanket that comforted me in my times of need, the safe haven I always dreamed of having, was slowly morphing into my biggest fear causing my soul to fall apart. I feel the acidic pieces of my slowly shattering heart course through my veins, piercing every other part of me till I cry in agony.
Tears of blood trickle down my cheeks as my only support, my pillar of hope starts to crumble. While sitting in the corner of the cage as, my conscience blames me for locking myself here and throwing the key into the darkness. I feel my own nails tearing into my flesh, the pain and blood a reminder of all my blemishes which put me here.
The toxic stench of grief enters my nostrils, spreading like wildfire inside my body, lighting all my insecurities ablaze, the crimson flames of burnt, raw and fragile fragments of my thoughts sting my soul as the walls of the cage move in closer and closer, charring my existence.
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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.
