faithvinton
I've fallen.
I don't know how it happened, but
I've fallen
into a deep hole with no signs of
getting out.
Every move I make
to get out of this
dark
horrible
place
just hurts me
more than I could have ever expected.
I want to die. I don't know what to do anymore. I've been depressed since I was 12 and nothing has helped me get out of this horrible, despair-filled life. I've tried medication, therapy, etc. Nothing works. I begin to feel a bit better, but then I find myself falling back into the dark abyss of my depression. I really don't know what to do. I've tried getting help from so many people, but no one seems to care. Why do I even try anymore? I don't know how much longer I can take this. I may end it all soon.
They wore the loveliest quartz earrings. I saw them from across the room. I had to speak with them. As I crossed the crowded room, they turned towards me and looked me in the eye. They were the most beautiful human I have ever seen.
I need to break out of this hole. It traps me and keeps getting deeper and deeper. I'm not going to give in to this death sentence I've given myself.
I am frozen
frozen in sadness
sadness that is not going away
Many times I believed I was getting better
but the bottomless pit would pull me back in
I suppose this is just how my life is supposed to be
sad
My soul will continue to freeze
stuck on the sadness inside
I'm always misunderstood. I say things that people interpret in ways that I didn't mean for them to be interpreted. It makes me look like a bad person.
sometimes
I wish that
people
would see the world
as I do-
treasure.
He pulled the cookies from the oven. The sweet, chocolate smell filled the room and made me forget my worries for a short while.
I merged onto the interstate. The cars swallowed me into the monotonous rhythm of the everyday world. But I was far from my well-known rhythm of life. I was just driving, driving to get away. I didn't care where I was going. I just needed to get away from it all.
He handed me the bottle of whiskey. I was already drunk; I could tell by my fuzzy vision, slow thoughts, and slouched posture against the wall. Taking a long sip of the dark liquid, I thought to myself, "No matter how much I drink, no matter how many supposedly fun nights I have, no matter how many times I won't remember, I'll still wake up every day with the same problem." I finished the bottle, and neither of us said a word.
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