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It is to the point that there is reason to get out of bed

No motivation for any task
No drive from anything
No inspiration from the mind

No writing
No reading
No television
No food
No school work
No music
No socializing

Everything that once meant something or was required
Now lost in the cloud overhead

Every morning a reminder of what today will be like is revealed
Open the letter, read the letter, find out it's the same letter everyday

Depression
Self-loathing
Fat
Ugly
Worthless
Failure
Sadness
Anger
Family problems
Anxiety
Hopeless
Lonely, completely alone
Bored
Exhausted
Confused
Guilt
Regret
And the weight of the past, behind, pushing into the ground

Darkness
Pain
And torture
Are what to face waking up

But what if there was no waking up
Would there be no more suffering?
The time period between being awake and being asleep
This mystical place that so little beings remember:

It's the place that I could live in for the rest of my life
For it is neither reality or a dream
A time that is neither dark nor light
Neither good or bad
The world of in between
Everything is neutral
It is the world of calmness
Nothing to worry
Nothing to be afraid of

It's the only place I can find solace
The place without sadness and loneliness
But also free of the nightmares
Undisturbed by the morbid images my mind creates
And untouched by the anxiety, loneliness, and pain of this cruel world
A place where no person can take me away from
A place where no creature can lay a claw on me
Gates between consciousness and unconsciousness
Guard this place of sanctuary

I would like to stay here,
This, I would want to make my home
But waking is too demanding
And sleeping is too necessary

I wish my home would be Hypnagogia
A place where you never sleep
You never wake
And you never dream
I dreamt of elsewhere
But elsewhere doesn't accept the broken

No person wants something that is broken
Would give anything to a thing that is cracked
Or is missing pieces, gaps unfilled
No one takes a thing so close to destruction
It's not worth the time or the attention

Elsewhere is for the people who were filled with hope, joy, and goodness
I once again forgot that I am hopeless, in despair, and darkness
So I traveled alone with my brokenness and empty voids
To a place that nobody could ever find or would ever want to discover

Nowhere
That's where the broken go
The ones with holes and missing pieces in their heart
Those who are labeled as darkness and hopeless
With no laughter, no joy, not even a smile

There are others hear that make the requirements
But we may not talk to one another
All our faces are blurred
For just as on Earth we must live behind a mask of foolery
A state you were always alone with
And you still feel the overwhelming feeling of loneliness, deep within

I have lived in Nowhere for some time
And it the closest thing I have to calling a home

I am from Nowhere
I grew up in Nowhere
I am going Nowhere
The place between life and death is Nowhere

Nowhere is for the people who won't be accepted by Death
And are no longer needed in Life
But they ultimately choose in the end

I am Nowhere for I am still making the decision
It's the type of loneliness that weighs on your chest
Clinching your lungs
Draining your heart
Stuffing your brain
Freeing wasps in your stomach

Where you love your family but you'd be fine without them
You like your friends but chose to reject any contact
You long for complete isolation
And avoid any chance of human interactions

Where you feel so, so alone, you create imaginary friends like a child
Just to preserve your sanity
Trust me, when you lose them
You lose yourself

Its when you feel so afraid and confused and sad and in pain
Because if it's just you
You know you will fail
Fear of the hopeless
Confusion of the actions
Sadness of the loss
Pain of the emptiness, being the castaway no one really wants
Never really wanted

The crying is the worst part
Everything that makes you cry is in your head
Silent and exaggerated
For your lungs fail to function correctly
The tears keep falling and your nose keeps running
Mind races and you curl up in a ball
In your closet
With no light
Blind
Because sometimes its hard to open your eyes to life
It hurts to see all it's evil and so little good

Its the closest thing to that place between being awake and falling asleep
Or maybe between this world and eternity

Loneliness makes you want to be more alone
Its tricky like that
All you need is one person
I have around ten
But you can't see them
And I still feel the deepest kind of lonely
Just one person could save you
Someone to comfort me
To share the load
To laugh with
To love me
To care

But that is *******
Nobody could want to be that for me
Because I'm a broken, unfixable, pathetic, and hopeless person
And they know, as well as I do,
There is no future for such a young, destroyed person

It's the type of loneliness where you see no future
No hope
And no reasons
To keep on going
I mean, you look at yourself
What do you see?
I'm studying the carcass in front of me
Who had died last year
It's eyes were black sockets where they used to shine bright
For the light had left them long ago

A shrunken, loose leather hung from the bones
The brain bled
The heart ripped
A permanent smile
The fingers curled at the end
That's what stood across in the mirror, the truth

This room filled with the aroma of death
And anger, sadness, and fear
I can't help but wonder if the reflection was what my future was supposed to be
Or that is how I truly looked on the inside

What about you?
What do you see?
It's the memories that unsettle me
They are the ones who keep me awake at night
And wake me in a cold sweat
I just want them to go away

But everyday I am reminded of how weak I truly am
How little future I really have
And how deep my mind really goes
The things I have thought of
The things I have done
They are seared into my memory
With red hot flames and iron
A permanent abrasion in my timeline
Unforgettable
Unexplainable
Unforgivable

That is why I don't sleep at night
My decisions in the day, my thoughts in the day
Haunt me throughout the night
In forms of nightmares

Because that is all my life is
A nightmare
The anger, it still festers deep within your soul
It helps you from not falling apart
Allows you to feel like you could change something about a situation or a person
That you really have no control over

For awhile fury allows us life
Not a fulfilling one
But enough of a life to function
To be "okay"

In reality, that anger is destroying you from the inside, out
It gnaws away an hope
Tiring your bones everyday for holding it in
Pushing it down
Assuming you will someday get relief from it all

And if you have convinced yourself of this lie
My dear, you'll be eaten alive
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