Pain. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, relishing in it. This doesn’t happen often, only on my darkest days. My wrists scream out in protest, but I ignore them. I can ignore anything in this torment. The depression. The loneliness. The hurt. There is only one kind of hurt here, and it is purely physical. I can deal with physical pain. It’s everything else that I cannot handle. The betrayal. The stares. The memories. Memories are the hardest to ignore. Memories scathe me from the inside out. They ravish what’s left of my hope, my will to go on. They leave me with nothing but themselves. It is at the point that I feel the need to enter this place. This is the only place where those wretched memories are finally dimmed to nothing. Yes, here there is only one thing. Pain.
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RandomStories and poems I worked on during free write in AP English, junior year of high school. If you read any stories that you would like to see continued, just let me know!!
