Hermitcraft Art + Ideas

It's Ok To Need Help - Drabble

Disclaimer!

This drabble contains self-deprecating thoughts, depressive thoughts, self-harm/unintentional suicide(?), implications of depression, an implication of suicidal thoughts, and (implications of) lack of self-care! If you are sensitive to that, do not read!

This is kinda a vent, to be honest. It's fine though, this is one of my coping mechanisms! Joe will finally get some angst as my victim to project on! (Though, the angst already written for him is amazing, not going to lie) - Micheal

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I try to talk, but my words jumble in my mouth.

I try to cry, but my tears have long disappeared.

So I scream.

I scream at what I am,

I scream at who I am.

I scream at my name, glasses, and hair,

I scream at my outfit, skin, and scars.

I scream at my cowardice to be free,

I scream at the emptiness that plagues my soul,

I scream at this feeling of loneliness that just won't go away.

I scream at my lack of sleep, food, and self-care,

I scream at how worried I make them.

I scream at the words I write to feel something, anything,

I scream at the poems that come out of them.

I scream at my nature and the purpose I was born for,

I scream at the Hermits for using me, though that IS my purpose,

I scream at the ones who pretend to care, as they use me too,

I scream at feeling this way,

I scream at failing.

I scream at everything,

and I scream at nothing.

I scream and scream and scream, and my goodness does the lack of oxygen feel good.

I scream while my entire being screams at me to stop,

I scream while my body finally collapses in on itself,

and I scream while everything goes black.

[joehillssays suffocated]

~224