As my walls start to crumple and crash around around me
I stand in-wait for the light to start shinning threw the weak remains of shelter
Absolute darkness engulfs me instead
I walk out in the pure nothingness of the dark, stepping over shattered pieces of my walls, my sanity,
calling out and only hearing the echoes of my mind bouncing back at me,
lost and confused running in circles, scrambling thoughts threw my head.
I run into a body without a face, it looks straight threw me without the slightest acknowledgment of me.
I see it calling out but i hear nothing. I see the crys echoing threw the darkness but yet i still hear nothing.
The being is LOST, CONFUSED, ALONE. That being is ME... :'/
How did you like this story?
Your feedback helps chelsie_downing understand what's working
@chelsie_downing
My life is a tragedy my story is a biography... I write my dreams and sing my memorys writing is my life
Similar Stories
Confusion
Sitting waiting for my screen to light up. They say the cups half full but mines an empty cup. Is this the way my life's going to be. Sitting on my own high up In my tree.
66 words
Chill.
There's a certain chill unique to empty houses. Even when you're in Cairo's notoriously warm April.
268 words
I am a loser
I am a loser. I am a loner. I am a cheater. I am a liar. I am a thief and im a nobody. I have lost everything and i have no one to blame but me. I can't control everything. I can't remember anything.
103 words
I Am Stress.
Crushing all your aspirations, Choking all your inhalations, Clutching all your exhalations, Dismissing any celebrations.
84 words
Anxiety
I'm sat all alone. Here in my chair. No ones inside. They've all gone out there. I'm to afraid. To move off my seat. The people they scare me. The ones that I'd meet. I'll crack and I'll crumble.
68 words
right now
emotionally drained. physically drained. I'm so tired. I sleep all day. I worry my parents. I sleep life away. I need to get up. and out of my head. I need to get out. of this damn bed.
89 words
People And Me
Don't forget to smile. I remind my self. Say the words you practised. that's it looking good. just a bit longer. I know there talking. I just don't care what there saying. It looks important.
139 words
Transition.
Lost in apathy and giving in to ease, an eternal hole inside so painful it brings a grown man to his knees.
492 words
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.