Confusion engulfs my mind it drowns me in its content of swirling complexity.I breathe all of it in and my lungs fill with it. when i speak it comes forth as hopeless jibberish. my screams muffled in incomprehensible grunts.they drag me into a white bus as i struggle; they only hit me and tell me to be quiet. "we're going to a happy place now where u'll never feel pain again." i am overcome in shock and fear. As this fear and confusion swirl, spin and consume one another;my pupils widen and I flail for freedom.they put me away never to be heard of again.
I lost what was left of my heart.
it was all part of the little program he said just another side effect of the pills.I spat in his face he spat back and called me a little p***k thats all i can remember. the rest just blackness and blur. this man hates me thats the last thing that i was thinking in my brain i believe.( its now rapped in chains)I was "rehabilitated" no longer the free thinking intelligent kind hearted liberalist man. they ripped my power away my thoughts and my entire being itself. I had one last thing my mind could do with its confusion, lack of feelings, and painful memories...i hung myself after shooting that p***k.(whos who now man whos who now?)
this stories unique significance may not be seen at first because of all the depressive and violent obsticals laying shadows over it with there towering effect to the mentality of the normal person.
but the moral of this story is lol wait a second i seem to of lost my train of thought.ok wait... ok the moral of this story is there are many depressed people from the socially outcasted to the mentally depressed.And there is a too high suicide rate and im not sure how much that rate is but for me one person is too high.this story technically has no moral it is the story of a man who was ripped from his normal safe world and torn to pieces by some unknown man and this person who caused this pain even if he thought he was just helping or any other thing has become the object of this mans anger hate and depressive desperate actions. what
What i would like to state to all of you readers is that even when u are stuck in what u believe is the darkest smallest corner there is hope.if there is some1 out there that cares for u even one thats hope and if u care about them and yourself, you'd talk to them.there is always hope. I am not here to preach u though, just to attempt to enlighten you to my thoughts theories and ideas.. my beliefs if u prefer.
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