12:08AM. Dead breath leaves my mouth. Most people breath with life. 12:09AM. The floor feels as if it is trying to soften me up and then grind me down. My brain is tired, but it never stops. Thoughts of death and hatred boil. Unending rage encompasses me, and I am enveloped by numbness. 12:11AM. Why must my mind be erratic? Why must my pronouns be unending static? Wishing I had someone to tell me it will all be ok sounds like a fairy tail. Waiting for that person to come along while I should be doing normal things is useless. Like me... Gerard Way and wishing I could see the Milky Way is a vain attempt to stop my thoughts. You need the darkness to see the stars and you need freedom to see the world. I sit here alone on my phone as a crutch terrified to speak. My dad tells me about how irrational my fear of people is....and I know. It makes no sense. I tell them I don't care when its all I ever think about. 12:22AM. A cursor blinks waiting for more use, more purpose. Messages echo in my head, lyrics of a forgotten song bounce in my ears. Music is escaping and reading is transportation. I never want to return to this earth of pain.
If morning comes.....leave me here.
YOU ARE READING
Daily Writings
Short StorySimilar to a diary. Full of short stories, emotions, hopes and dreams, imaginary worlds, friends I wish I had, and strange facts about me. Would you write with me?
