A/N all credit goes towards the person whom created the image. I apologise for not knowing who the rightful owner of this image is.
Pacing around my room, the solitude that more often than not provided comfort is having an off day. The sun is starting to set giving the room an orange glow, the mirror reflecting the light that shone on it. It's a fairly clean room. With a few things cluttered in a tidy mess, and a bed in the centre of it all, it's my comfort zone, just not today though. Standing from my bed I walk towards the mirror.
"I'm begging you please. Not this again. You can pick yourself back up. You always do. Just go back to how you were before."
Your yes bore into mine. They weren't filled with the vibrant emotions you once had, they're dull. As if it you were screaming to beat me down further than I already was.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT?"
"GO ON TELL ME!"
I struggled to voice the answer.
"Y-you... you're fighting because you're scared. As if someone will reach out to help you fix this? "
"Are you stupid?! ; you don't even want anyone to worry about you"
Throat dry, tears threatening to fall.
I struggled to get out a sentence. In a whisper no one would hear outside the confinement of my room would hear I spoke.
"I know.. But what do you expect from me? What do I do when I start doubting my being? I put on an act for others around me, yet end up overthinking, bringing about criticism much harsher than anyone could give me when alone with thought"
"And I'm tired of it"
"The constant berating of words, and the restlessness you provide... I'm, im just so... done with it"
Ragged breathing and sun light dwelling from the window barely giving off a noticeable reflection of light in the mirror. Turning my attention at what little light the sun was still giving the sky through the window I decided I wasn't going to give up just yet even if... even if I'm destroying myself as I am now I'll continue until I break again.
Written: 21/04/19
Finished: 11:15 am
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