Silence.
My biggest enemy in those times.
It's too loud. It's so loud in my mind. I can't seem to keep my thoughts in control. Everything is happening at once.
My family is dying in a terrible car crash.
I'm writing my suicide note.
,,Wait was someone saying something to me?"
There's a song playing in the background.
I'm doing terrible things to someone.
Oopsss I'm dying again.
I just want to sleep. I just want some peace...Please...
Music.
My saint, my saviour, my only friend in the lonely night time.
When I'm all alone in the dark I put my headphones on and I actually get some peace. I haven't been able to sleep without them for a while... Or maybe I just made it seem like I couldn't? I got so used to the songs bringing me some hope that I don't know what's outside of them.
Maybe silence was just misunderstood by me?
Just like everyone was- is- doing to me.
Maybe it was just trying to help me get used to my thoughts- to touch, feel and accept them?
Maybe it was trying to create the most heartbreaking, awful, drastic sceneries to make me go absolutely crazy?
YOU ARE READING
The Stories In My Head
Short StoryThe story includes topics of self-harm and suicide!!!! My feelings are getting out of hand so instead of hurting myself I decided to tell stories. Some more or less true but mostly portraying what's going on in my mind.
