My tears fall to the floor with dominance owning the surface below. These emotions have invaded my life and controlled every living moment of my existence. I'm a puppet, saying, doing whatever they want with just a pull of a string. I am imprisoned in my own body screaming, fighting for freedom but it doesn't matter how hard I punch or how loud I scream they will never let me leave this prison. They have always taught me that I should and must feel numb to be normal but I have come to learn that this is severely short from normal. They have robbed me of my friends and loved ones constantly pushing them away in order to sustain this constant overwhelming feeling of sadness.
YOU ARE READING
imprisoned.
General Fictionhi hello, not like anybody will ever read this nor enjoy it but if you can relate to depression here's the short story for you.
