It's 3 a.m.
For the first time in a while i can hear my heart crack. I can feel pain.
And I love it.
But I hate it.
Oh wait. The pain dissappeared just as fast as it came.
As my heart opens its eyes its met with a dark room void of all emotion.
As the gaze wanders, nothing but shallow emptiness can be seen. I can sense a ginormous lock on the door that used to lead to the depths of my heart. The depths that are filled with intense love, extreme pain, raw tears and the spiritual light of religion.
This massive yet invisible lock has rendered me numb, locked me away from the abyss of my emotions.
The thick blanket of nothingness cloaks my heart that is caged in this dark room where anxiety and numbness are the only companions.
My heart is yearning to break free, to somehow open this invisible lock and once again reach into the depths of my emotions and feel whole again.
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Just Another Diary
No FicciónThis isn't a story. It's a collection of thoughts, thoughts I'm sure all teens go through.
