You know, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to be in that headspace we have as kids. Innocent, and full of joy.
Through all this pain I've grown, but I will always be isolated in my mind. Sure, there are things that I can't help but let in; fear, anxiety, depression, pain. I've got emotions, but it's like my body doesn't want to use them, or doesn't know how.
My head is full, yet empty at the same time. I don't know what to believe, I don't know what to think, but at the same time, I overthink.
I try to take each day as it comes, but what if I die? Is God real? Or do I fall into an abyss that never ends? Is it black or white?
Maybe it's just red and I'm colourblind.
Maybe I've been in isolation too long, and it's a hallucination. A simulation. The words are always there, but don't know how to form.
It's a static, false.
But could it be real?
YOU ARE READING
Lost
Teen FictionEach chapter is something that I wrote based off of mood or ideas. There is no rhyme or reason to them. I'm always available if you need someone to talk to 😊
