Flashing, I hold my head. The endless pounding and ringing of voices lost to time scream at me. Begging for the sweet release of freedom but I don't know how to let them out. Their names are forever lost in the endless abyss of my mind. The landscape barren and the structures that scatter my mind, crumbling. The gold kingdom the once ruled my brain now lays in rumble and the people now ghosts. I put my hands to my ears, my fingers and arms glittering with diamonds and gold, the rings carved with "I love you" and the bracelets that say "forever" dig into my skin like shackles. Sweet lies and heartbreaking truths echo in my mind. I wonder, was any of it real? Is this some play in fates game, to toy with my mind, pointing and laughing at my struggle to free myself?
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RandomI use writing as an outlet when I'm feeling negatively. This is to store all my pieces and maybe it will inspire you to help navigate through your emotions using outlet writing.
