Depression Series: The Monster

This Monster in my head. Eating my thoughts. Eating my life. This morbid being chews at my existance, until I scream out in pain and long for death. To cease to exist. The ultimite quiet. The final comfort. Why does it come so slowly?

I cry. I cry so much I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have my eyes white and my nose dry. This agony I’m in. This state of living that is more like dying. I fade and wither, too sick to do much else.

It’s a horrible feeling. To lose control of your own mind.

About samlobos

I am an avid fan of creating narratives in my head about random experiences and quotes for future books I will probably not write. I harbor a 15 year old girl in my psyche and like to solve world issues when I'm half asleep. View all posts by samlobos

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