Her mind becomes a darkened maze she can't escape, with every twist and turn searching for a way out but only to get more lost then the step before. She starts to scratch at the walls but knuckles become bloody and raw. She gives up and lays down with her mind screaming at her to get back up, but her body is paralyzed and she can't make a single move. She's alone and that only makes things louder. What has she become when the one thing that's meant to keep her alive, is the very thing that's destroying every little bit of her. Hope and joy becomes a stolen artifact that wonders lost into the unknown. A precious thing she can't get back, no matter how hard she tries. Loneliness calls for her, shall she go? Or should she not give up everything she is fighting for? Her mind wonders if she is even worth it, are they worth it, did she do something wrong, will she ever be enough. Will she ever be enough? Even with everything pushing her to give up she doesn't want to. Keep fighting, keep pushing, push harder, fight it. She gains the courage to continue fighting, but is it worth it? Will it all be worth it? Tears and fears spill out in front of her, and down she goes back down the maze of her mind.. Welcome to nighttime, where you become broken all over again.
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Life For Me
Non-FictionPeople and feelings get you into trouble, but how so beautiful is the life you created, even with troubles and worries, you can learn to feel again, so take a pause and understand what is going on in your head. authors note: the things i write is d...
