A/N when I say you I mean me not you the reader.
Hopefully it all makes sense
Wrote: 2/5/19 by: Alayna Stevens Standing alone in a deep dark cold hole. Screaming for help you only hear your voice echo in return, it's drowning. It's like having a elephant on your chest. Every breathe of air burns like fire. The people you called out to don't hear, they just stare. When they talk to you it's like you're underwater everything's muffled and different. You cry out again and again but they never hear you. As you call out and scream and again it's just you on repeat. But how could anyone ever hear you. You're looking through a glass, it is your mask. The one you wear and style like hair. The one that gives the image of you being happy, like everything is normal. But the real you cries out for help through the dark, but they never hear you. They can't because that glass is sound proof. How ironic, you want help, you put it out there but you're the real problem here. You of all people want help but, what do you do, you literally wear a soundproof mask that they can't get through. You're the one to blame that, the demons around you are the only ones you have left. He's right, it's you; you're the one who chooses how to feel what you do. But now just look at you, crying out for help but you, you're the one who isolated you. Now it's your turn to deal with your own consequences. You should've listened to him and the rest of them.
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Late night thoughts
RandomJust some poems or short stories that I've wrote don't judge and please be kind besides you did click on my book ;) Message me or comment constructive criticism if you have any, please no copying or plagiarism!! Thank ya hope you enjoy
