Isolated I am lonely, I am empty, unhappy, and unfeeling. I wake to only be hit with the stale, bland wall of nothingness, that just won't seem to go away. I want to scream, but I am domed to continue drowning. I am drowning in a pool of nothing. I wake to a weight, pushing me lower than gravity ever could. I am slow, and hardly have any motivation to get up. I want to sit in the dark, for all of eternity. To go back to my original state, before I had even been conceived. To go back to the state, of the easy, black, peaceful, universe where I could just drift away on a shard of light and darkness. With no other emotion, besides peace. Peace to be free, unknowing, unchanging. Just peace, to be me, and to be okay with that. Or, I want to find just on person to fix me. I want to feel again. Going about my day, maybe I do. I talk, and talk to this person. Very rarely letting my own pain shine through. I soon begin to realize I am, and will never be enough for this person. I continue to please, or try to appease this person. Thy begin to find others, begin to stop bothering themselves with me. No more happy nights. We begin to detach and I am left alone, again The hate I begin to feel gets unbearable. Hate for myself, others, people I cared about, the world itself. Just anything. Heart pounding, I am on the ground. Headphones in, bottles surrounding my body.I have found peace, or have I?I wasn't ready for that pain..... the question is, am I ready for more? or just peace?
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My Life and thoughts in stories
Short StorySo this is a lot of stuff I've worked on, some comes from experience.... some comes from the deepness of my mind and yeah my friends told me to publish it... so tada here I am ;3 if you read it enjoy them <3 my cover is not loading in, so this...
