Spiraling feels similar to how people depict a walking corpse in stories. Aware but with no control. Filled with emotions yet emotionless and cruel.
I could love you with the entirety of my heart and soul, seem so infatuated until that one minuscule thing causes anything stable to collapse. Suddenly I barely talk to you, barely respond to you, barely look you in your tearful eyes. I want to. Then I act as if I hate you.
I rip your heart out when I want to caress it and keep it warm. I lash out when I want to whisper the sweetest words. I get angry when I want to cry and be held. I push everyone away when I want to feel surrounded by friends.
I feel absolutely miserable, yet I'll act as if I'm angry at everyone and everything. I'll be acting off yet the moment someone offers me a chance to talk, I say anything but the truth. I want to. But I am not in control.
I don't want to hurt the people around me.
I don't want to be this way.
I don't want to be angry.
I don't want to spiral.
I don't want to.
I can't help it, I'm not in control.
Brush it off. Make a big deal out of it.
Be calm. Panic.
Don't be angry. Be so angry they cry.
Don't cry. Cry until you can't even think.
I'm tired. Get up.
I deserve better. No you don't, suck it up.
Leave the knife. Pick it up.
I love them. You hate them, act like it.
I want to be held. Remember when they hurt you?
I forgive you. Remember sobbing on the floor?
I trust you. Push them away, they'll betray you.
I want to sleep. Stay awake.
I should do my homework. Why? You won't live to see it pay off.
I want to write. No one appreciates your passion, don't.
They like me. They're using you.
They don't mean it. They want you dead.
Why am I like this? I don't know.
Why are you like this? I don't know.
I don't like this. They don't like you.
I don't want to hurt them. They hate you.
I don't want to be alone. You only need yourself.
I love them. You're unlovable.
I want to live. Die.
I'm tired. Sleep.
For how long? Don't wake up.
Okay.
YOU ARE READING
I love you, but you're not mine.
Short StoryI'll be adding short stories here and there! Just a little venting. ~•+*I do not scream, my stories scream for me. ~Midnight🤍