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I Feel Dead

There are so many things out there to do, and so much life to live. I feel like I'm trapped in a box, a coffin if you will, with a window to the world outside.

The people that put me in the coffin were my husband and children. I don't think they meant to, but they put me here. They keep me here. 

If I want anything for myself or if I do anything for myself, they tantrum from the youngest to the oldest. They make life a living hell if I try to do something of my own. If I try to go to school, if I try to pratice my art, if I try to read--hell, if I try to use the bathroom undesturbed. 

And I hate them for it. 

I hate them for sucking me dry of life. 

I hate being yelled at because dinner is late.

I hate being scolded like a child for spending too much time on something of my own.

If I could run away tomorrow, I would. And I would never look back.
zippydippy81 zippydippy81 31-35 May 27, 2011

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