my own personal darkness

my own personal darkness

Status: Finished

Genre: True Confessions

Houses:

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: True Confessions

Houses:

Tags

Summary

this is a short ramble if you can say of what i typically feel on the daily. people always say get it of your chest and i guess this is what i'm doing right now. this is gonna be a bad story just a fair warning it a story just to get off my chest grammar, pronunciation ,etc are gonna be bad warning
Share :
Twitter

Tags

Summary

this is a short ramble if you can say of what i typically feel on the daily. people always say get it of your chest and i guess this is what i'm doing right now. this is gonna be a bad story just a fair warning it a story just to get off my chest grammar, pronunciation ,etc are gonna be bad warning

Content

Submitted: June 07, 2017

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: June 07, 2017

A A A

A A A


Do you ever get the feeling like why does anything matter. Everyday it feels like a daily routine to reach the end goal of death. Everyday giving oneself explosive emotions that are positive and short or negative and long but every night the same emptiness creeps into the mind. The feeling of when you believe people are talking behind your back analyzing every little comment to the letter to make a valid accusation even if the end result will give that tiny explosive positive or negative emotion. Whenever you look at oneself reflection and honestly comment on how disgusted you are with yourself giving a short meaningless comment on how your going to improve yourself and then the sense of dread creeps back into your mind and your back to where we started a husk that might never be full. The sense of why do i care If I live long going to the age of 50 sounds exhausting, hard, and meaningless I don't care what to come cause the end results are always the same. A hobby is to give one a task to keep yourself busy but what if one hobby is to distract himself from well himself to just forget for even a second of the darkness people call it a nightmare I call it my everyday life. What if you honestly can remember what happiness feels like a emotion to keep why from delving to far into the darkness for me I call it a "mask" to distract other of myself to keep away from the dark to keep this small flame we call hope before like mine it's extinguished. What if you looked at your reflection and see a mask laughing at you at the hope you lost berating you for every action you take what if every emotion were small explosive bits of feeling that goes away faster than you can touch it and the only ones that stay are the ones your accustomed to sadness,despair, and  a end you can't wait to meet. When people say it gets better you honestly can't believe them is when you know your gone and possible can't recover that when I say even though the darkness is on your back help others so they don't get wrapped up in this. Trust me when I say this even if you don't recover help others keep their hope alive live for other not yourself words I want to live by and spread because I know I'm to far gone but at least I want to help someone away from this feeling then drag them into this feeling of pity and self loathing that is all.


© Copyright 2017 Eclipse walker. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

More True Confessions Short Stories

Booksie Spring 2017 Flash Fiction Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by Eclipse walker

my own personal darkness

Short Story / True Confessions

Popular Tags