Morning thoughts.

[Exposition]

It is a cold morning and I am tired. Sleep was impossible with the droning voices that never ceased. After yoghurt and tea, I sit and type, sit and type, turning this chaotic mind to my advantage. My jacket sits heavy upon my shoulders and my body feels pain. There is a deep sadness within me that overwhelms, it turns in the knot of my soul, tearing through my flesh and out my eyes. Everywhere I radiate a sense of pain, a true deep-set unease. I have become the epitome of dark. I feel ashamed of this depression that plagues my every torturous thought. I want to run far away from the people of this world. I want to see no-one, speak to no-one, I simply want to exist truly alone, rather than be alone surrounded by those constant voices. I try to give myself hope that by writing these words, I can somehow expunge my soul of the worst of this dread, but I know that reality has other plans in store for me. It is never so easy to escape the demons of life, these that shadow and stalk my every step and draw me deeper into shame. I force myself to eat, I cannot sleep anymore but I hate to get up, everything is a chore, to read a book, to watch tv, to speak, to breath. If I felt numb I could live easier, but then I could not write, medication kills creativity and that is all I possess. I'm called handsome and feel ugly, I'm called a great person but I feel a failure, I'm called honest but feel a lie. Towards oblivion I drift, turning the canvas of my mind inside out, I sit and type, sit and type, sit and type.

[Alcinoe]

You write what I feel.

[sstares]

You are very good at expressing yourself. You are also quite lucky to be told so many great things about yourself, keep typing, you are good at it!

[xll3]

I agree with Alcinoe & sstares, Keep writing! Id love to keep reading