There’s no escaping. I'm alone..yet again. No one's here it's pure silence the room is cold, my fingertips are too. There's no escaping this state of mind, it comes around every month creeping on me and I can't break free. I begin to feel a tear drop on my cheek onto my lap, I can't stop them, nothing is in my control right now, feelings, emotions, actions, nothing. It's like an escape room.. that you just can't escape, it's like being in an empty basement. Being depressed isn’t the place you want to be, the body is in shock, you don't know what to do with your life, no appetite but you want to eat, you want to cry but don't know why you are crying. Now you just can't beat it, there's no escaping.

Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.



14 years old