I Express Myself Through Writing
Sitting alone in a dark room things just seem to become filled with agony and pain. Every second she is alone, her chest feels tighter, her arms and legs heavier, and her eyes, filling with water. She tried to look around, but there was nothing there...nothing at all, or so it seemed. For she was not truly alone. Her very own demons encircled her, taunting her, binding her to that one spot.
"You'll never be good enough."
"You'll never find love."
"You're a horrible person."
"Who would ever think of loving you?"
Again and again she cried out for help, for some sort of salvation from these feelings of fear and sadness, but alas, once again no one answered her pleas. She was alone...completely and utterly alone until the sun shone once again...sitting alone in a dark room, things just seem to become filling with agony. A single girl surrounded by her own demons, her own evils, her own chains. Hoping that only one person, if only just one person would care enough to release her from this...to release her from her pain.
"You'll never be good enough."
"You'll never find love."
"You're a horrible person."
"Who would ever think of loving you?"
Again and again she cried out for help, for some sort of salvation from these feelings of fear and sadness, but alas, once again no one answered her pleas. She was alone...completely and utterly alone until the sun shone once again...sitting alone in a dark room, things just seem to become filling with agony. A single girl surrounded by her own demons, her own evils, her own chains. Hoping that only one person, if only just one person would care enough to release her from this...to release her from her pain.
Age:
16-17
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Female
