It is the fear of the unknown that consumes my every thought. I desperately yearn for even the dimmest of light in this forsaken place, to ignite a spark inside my ill-advised mind to drive me towards feeling a little hope, or sense of presence in this world. A purpose to shout, "I AM HERE!"
But then it just deflates down to a trivial routine of trial and error,
and there's always that lingering hopelessness!
There's always that lingering hopelessness.
Who is to blame for those thoughts? They are the product of the day to day monotony. They are a product of my own self-doubt and lack of motivation. No one to blame but myself.
But I knew that already. Before I woke up here in the dark, I knew that already so that's not what broke me, that's not the thing that put me here. Think. I remember a SNAP. A singular feeling of terrible dread that felt like a switch, turning the lights out. Be it lack of luck, or talent, or circumstance I have settled for less of myself. I didn't try hard enough before it was too late and I felt worthless. Uncontrolled tears warmly flowed. I felt tired.
I felt so tired..
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The Catacombs of My Mind
Mystery / ThrillerThe struggle of feeling lost, hopeless and searching for the light. Searching for acceptance in a world filled with fake smiling faces. Confusion and anxiousness fills my thoughts.
