Sitting here confused, not knowing where I'm going. It's like a choose your own adventure book, only this time the results can be tolling, you're capable of getting hurt, you're capable of crying, a chance of being mentally destroyed, you have a chance of dying. You only have so many options, before the book deceives you, you realize you're always returning to START, and the book doesn't have a happy ending, and it breaks your heart, knowing your book is flawed, your story may never end, tearing at your soul, your chance of dying multiplies by ten. You have no other choice than going along with the story, but your paths end up at the same point, you're sitting in the hospital, wondering how the hell you survived, a higher dose was supposed to be lethal, you were supposed to die. You'll never know who saved you, all you know is that they're moving you again, and that is that. Only when you physically recover you'll be out, but mentally you're questioning life, you always have doubts, on where you're going next, and how long it's gonna take you, to land yourself back here, that ugly force saving you, not feeling yet you deserve death. A chance to be free, away from all pain and regret. A couple weeks later you find out, your chance of survival has died, now you have nobody to push yo along, no one to be your guide through. Through the thorn-filled field, you never stop to see the roses, trying to call you back, trying to get you to take a break. But no story has a break, mine included. I'll wait 'till I'm exhausted, then I'll just move again.
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A Series of Heartfelt Expressions
De TodoThis is not a fanfiction or a story... Okay it sort of is a story. It is my story, and here is some of the pain I went through at one of my darkest times. Thank you, Alena and Jake, for helping me and loving me when I though nobody else did. @bookne...