life

Would you be here if you had one?

My Insides

confession

Mental harm. Have you ever thought about that? It's not physical harm but it can feel just about the same, just in a different way. It's sitting in a place inside of your brain. It has walls of steel that you think you can never escape. You don't like the person that you become when you are trapped here. It is not you. It's just not you. But no matter how you try to control it, it stays there in every little thing you do. It creates fear and worry. It makes you feel like you aren't good enough. For anything or anyone. There is something weighing all of your body down. It does feel physical. It's as if you have a brick sitting inside of you letting you know you're not okay. It can come quick or painfully slow. You sit and wait. Waiting for it to go away or to find a happy feeling. Then, you pretend to be happy. You are happy. I am happy. But you can't see my insides.

posted to life by Stevie, Secretary of the Idealistic (1 comment)


Ari, Peasant of the Forgotten Lands,

You created that monster