The Truth Untold

Who Are You?

What am I doing here?

Where I am?

Full of darkness..

Full of knives..

They are going to kill me..

I heard footsteps..

I look at the darker side of this place.

I saw a girl..

She's grinning..

She looks so happy that I'm suffering..

"Who are you?!" I asked the girl.

"It's me.. You're darkest nightmare!" she devilishly laugh at me..

"Go away! Leave me alone!" I scream.. Fears are eating me.. Tears are dropping..

"I will kill you!" she step forward, I move away.

I run..

Running away from her..

She's crazy..

"Help! Please, help me!" I tried to scream to seek help..

"No one can help you!" she shouted..

I hide behind the wall..

I'm going to die..

I know.

This is my end.

This is the time to let go..

A girl with a bright smile appear in front of me..

"Who are you?" I asked her.

"It's me.."

"Please, help me.."

"You can save yourself.."

"How?.." my voice is begging.

"It's me.. Please remember me.." she smile.. Her smile is full of hope..

"I don't remember you.."

"It's me.. I'm you.."

"What do you mean?"

"You used to be like me.. Smile even you have problems.. Laugh even you want to cry.. Fight with the problems than to escape.. This is not you, you don't need to run, to hide, you can fight those.."

"I don't remember how to.. smile.." My voice is shaking.. I'm crying..

"Please, help me.." once again, I tried to ask for her help..

"Only you can save you from your self.." she caressed my face..

She smiled again..

"Only you, can save yourself for being a depressed.. You can save yourself from depression if you want to.." she hold my hand, trying to make me understand things..

"I can't.." I whispered.

"You can.. It's your choice.. Your choice to be happy or be miserable.."

"How can I be happy if they're hunting me.." my voice is little, enough for her to heard it.

"Then, fight with them, show them that you can.."

"I can't.."

"You can.. If you want to.."

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What was that?

A dream?

What kind of dream?

A three version of myself?

The killer me?

The weak me?

The positive me?

I cried..

No one wants me to kill me..

It's 'myself' wants me to die..

It's the depression wants me to suffer..

My own self is my own enemy..

My own self is the reason why I feel like this..

My own self is the one who wants me to die..

It's me..

It's me, who chasing my weak self..

It's me..

No one but me..