depressed fuck up

Reads: 233  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
i have never read something that described exactly how i felt. so, i wrote it myself

Submitted: May 26, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: May 26, 2016



One cigarette.

A couple drinks.

A few cuts.

And a shitload of pills.


This has become my nightly routine.

How did i get here?


I’m not sure. Not sure at all. But i know that once your heart is broken, once you’re broken, there’s nothing you can do to go back to the person you were before. You stop caring and start having more sleepless nights. Alone. Locked away in your room silently screaming. The blade dragging across your skin seems to make everything go away. But only for a moment. Then all the things you don’t want to remember start pouring into your head.


Another cut. Another drink. Whats everyone going to think?


Who cares? Let them all live their pathetic lives thinking everything is okay. Some people think we live in a perfect society. Others blame society for their pain.

They blame society when we are society. Each and everyone of us. None of us asked to be here. We’re all just fuckups. But only some of us realize it.

© Copyright 2018 Adrian. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

More Other Short Stories