I’ll end up passing aggressing my life away till my loneliness gets the best of me.
There’ll be nothing left but pain and I’ll have to pretend I’m okay by putting on a mask every day till I’m so numb I forgot what it’s like to feel true emotions that made tomorrow worth the fight.
Now I’m laying alone listless and crushed.
I need somebody to trust and to save me from this rut.
Depression
I still remember the blood on her face.
I still feel I’m to blame.
If you don’t think I don’t feel shame then you don’t understand me.
This vulnerability has turned myself into someone else.
Continuous insanity of racing thoughts has caused me to lose all trust.
The cure of my own trauma doesn’t seem to exist.
The delusions are taking over my skin.
I no longer know who I am.
The memories of the past are nightmares I can’t take back.
I can’t control myself, tomorrow, or why yesterday ended in itself.
About the Creator
Rachel Jackson
I’m from Texas and I am dog lover.
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