What to do? What to do? I lay within the darkness of my bedroom. My only comfort are the blankets that are wrapped around me. Is their warmth enough? No. It still does not stop the tears. It still does not ease the fears that are swarming around within my mind. No matter how hard I plea, nothing goes away.
These moments of life I wonder. Where did I go wrong. Who condemn me to this darkness. This wrench feeling that dwells within me. Where does it come from? What did I ever do?
Why me? What did I ever do wrong? Were my sins so great, that I have to pay the price for them? I don't know. I have no clue how to fix it.
With a smile.... maybe. But it only stops the that feeling for awhile. Maybe making a better of myself... but I'll just fall back down to the pits of hell.
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Suicidal Journal
Teen FictionEnter a mind of one who is confused. Someone who has no one to talk to. Someone who agonizes in pain and desperation. This is a story about a typical teen's suicidal journal. *please note that this story is written poetically*
