How it feels to carry so much depression years in a row? It is so damn heavy!! Was the only way she could define it. She had to carry it around even though she never wanted to. It was always over her, casting its shadow on her life. And she was too fragile to hold something so heavy, and before she could run she’d be pinned down. No one else could see it – the weight that had been slowly crushing her to death.
The feeling is strange; too familiar yet too strange. She never know how to define it. She want to smile, laugh along with everyone but something inside her grabs her heart tight, crushes it to pieces. The brightness inside of her is gulped by something dark. No, she would be wrong to say it is dark – it is empty, nothing else. Is the unseen, unheard, silent killer. It’s the pain that’s too much to cope with, too hard to deal with and so misunderstood. You can’t escape it no matter how hard you try, because it follows you around like a black shadow that’s on the inside, eating you.
Very nice descriptions, it does justice to the way one feels under its death-grip. Very well done 👍
– Michelle
thank you very much, it is just the way I feel…
I know this shadows that acts as wild beasts who devours us.
It seems that nothing can dispel them.
It’s like drowning, except you can see everyone around you breathing.
As if the others had the air we are lacking.
She is the only one with the brightness that died with the last breath. So thin and gloomy. Very Nice! Excellent!
thank you or.. muchas gracias.
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Ella es la única con el brillo que murió con el ultimo suspiro. Tan delgada y sombría. Este pensamiento fue el que me evoco leer esta preciosa obra.
thank you for sharing. much appreciated.
understand completely and hugging you…
thank you!!