In all actuality I write to battle against my agony and grief
I'm hopeless and I really want others to feel my wretchedness so I will feel less hopeless
I realize it is egotistical
I'm making a decent attempt to change
I don't perceive myself any longer
I am forever living in winter
summer seems as it is non-existent
my heart is frozen such a lot of that in any event, when I am cold I don't shudder
I have transformed into somebody I don't really know
here I am an outsider
i am a deep liar attempting to speak my truth
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges6 days ago in Psyche
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.