Gone

Depression

Depression
/di-'pre-shen, dē-/
: A state of feeling sad

Oh how the beautifully painted black walls trap me in my mind. It seems like they get closer every second. It seems the beautifully painted black walls never leave. I scream, kick, and scratch at the black walls. But the black walls in my head never go away.

I lay alone on my bed, the bed that is in my dimly room. I stare at the hand, the hand that I use to glide the razor blade across my skin. Depression. How it never goes away. Oh how those black walls in my mind never go away. I start to laugh through my tears, so you won't have to listen to me scream. Those beautifully painted black walls never. Go. Away.

Insanity
/in'sanedē/
: The state of being mentally ill; madness

I looked into the shattered mirror, picking up one of the pieces of glass. I take the sharpest point and stab my hand. After awhile,those black walls were replaced with white ones, only they were not in my head. My arms are permanently wrapped around me. I scream through the hot tears streaming down my face. I want out. I want out I want out. If only I killed myself all those years ago.

Those white walls are closing in on me. I know it. I still can't move my arms. But I like that. They are wrapped around me like they are hugging me. Someone is hugging me. Someone loves me. I bang my head into those white walls rapidly. Everyone keeps calling me crazy. I'm not crazy. How could you think I was crazy? I laugh alone against those, cold, white walls. Those cold white walls soon turned into those beautifully painted black walls.

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