Help

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by RoyalT100

by RoyalT100

The darkness surrounds me, consuming my soul. Filling my brain with it's frightening dreams, leaving my mouth a sour taste, hardening my heart.

Yet still I smile. A shell of who I was. My body a stranger to me. Yet still I laugh, the sound foreign to me. Yet still I live, as though on autopilot.

But still this shell filled with darkness no light can overcome. Let my smile represent my tears, my laugh is my cry, my actions are my downfall, and my voice begging with every word for help.

How long before this movie I live ends? How long before this actor stops acting and instead just let their true-self be? How lomg before "i'm fine" is realized as "I need help"?

I wish this code, this never ending opposite day could stop. But how do I express my needs? When the fear of rejection lays on me like 500 pounds of cement. Killing me slowly, suffocating and dictating my every move.

Well...I guess I don't.