Taking your mind off things sometimes is good. Having fun or being alone and doing what makes you happy is okay too.
And when you're alone, you can think peacefully.
But you'll start to hear the voices again.
You'll start to blame yourself.
That's what you're good at right?
Stupid.
You always ruin things.
Just shut up.
Don't bother them.
The voices are right.
Suddenly, it's all dark again.
Your nails started to dig into your skin and you can't even feel the pain.
Small droplets of water fell down on your lap.
Tears again.
You're crying again.
'This is what I'm good at anyway', you thought.
'To cry and to blame myself', as you cry more while looking out the window.
Blood and tears on your skin started to mix.
You didn't even know that you're already hurt.
Then the tears stopped.
There's that familiar numbness in your chest again.
Staring off in the distance and eyes going blank.
You didn't know this can ease your emotional pain.
YOU ARE READING
TORMENTATO
Randomtormented (italian:tormentato) /ˈtôrmen(t)əd,tôrˈmen(t)əd/ adjective experiencing or characterized by severe physical or mental suffering. Disclaimer: This book will be written based on my imagination and feelings. It may include self-harm and such...
