All Too Well

I can't pretend I have no clue what you thought. I can't pretend it doesn't make me furious when people make jokes about it, and I can't pretend like nothing happened the way they want me to.

I know the way you felt.

I've felt the same feeling of hopelessness that just chains you to weights and holds you captive underwater. You'll be held to the gritty ocean floor of your mind forever, until you breathe in and let the disgusting thoughts fill your lungs with a sharp dagger.

I know what it feels like to stand there with a tied rope in your hand, wondering if today's the day. I know what it feels like to stand on a bridge, just seconds away from jumping. I know what it feels like to stand there with a bottle of pills, wondering why you're never good enough.

Other people may not be familiar with this feeling, but I know.

I know it all too well.

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WARNING: This story deals with sensitive topics like suicide and mental illness in a pretty blunt way.

DISCLAIMER: Any photos I use weren't taken by me and all credit goes to the original owners.

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2nd place winner in the Short Story genre of the 2018 Autumn Awards!

2nd place winner in the Short Story genre of the 2018 Typer's Awards!