Depression
The Confessions of a Horrible Person. Part I
As I sit here waiting for it to say something, it doesn't . Some people think it's a violent killer, but it's not. It leaves me alone, it's pitch black.
See nothing. Say nothing. Hear nothing.
I hear nothing but my thoughts. They bump against my head. Any hit could be the final blow.
Crazy! Disgusting! Imbecile!
It plays in my head over and over and over again. As if my mind is in a time loop. As if I have done something so atrocious. I deserve it.
Repent. Repent. Repent.
I blame myself! I have to sit here in the dark and atone for it. It's my cross to bear, so I hold it close. Close to my heart, one wrong step can end me.
One. Just. One
Why would one wrong move kill me though? Because I'm inside an iron maiden. I see the lock and I have the key, but those words. Those words that wrap me up so tight as if an anaconda suffocating me.
That. Nauseating. Song
Rings in my head like a siren. It hurts so much the vibrations runs through my whole body. I cough up blood, I feel it it's burning with sorrow.
Begging. Pleading. Mercy?
It doesn't have that. I just want it to stop, please for how much longer? what will I have to do to make it stop? why? why? why? I ask what do I have to do to see the light again? I see a knife...
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WiiildChiiild Tayloor
Hello guys! Nineteen. Chocolate Connoisseur. Cartoon enthusiast.
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