Blinded

Short piece of text/short monologue about not being part of anything.

Standing here, feeling so lonely while the world is rushes past- right Infront of me. As I reach out my fingertips, suddenly everything turns cold; I can almost touch it. Though, do not dare to. There seems to be a barrier standing between me and the real world, so strong it sends an exhilarating pain from tip to toe. Slow motion is all I see, everything blurred. I am blinded from reality. I'm not part of the world, I'm not part of your world, I'm not part of anything. Kicked out, abused, alone. Tears do not burst from my eyes no more, my face does not experience the dampness of the tear, so precious, rolling down my face. As I am strong, stronger than before. Yet not strong enough. Night mares still haunt me, I still see the bruised, broken girl stood in the mirror every time I peer into it. My reflection-disappeared-gone just like every ounce of happiness. Running, escaping, longing to be free from my depressed, tired soul.

Author's Note

First piece of writing, hope you like it. Leave comments and I promise I will improve. Thank you

Reviews

[Sydney]

This is really touching. I can feel the emotions you describe as you write. A few grammar errors (Infront should be in front, etc.) but overall well done.

[Out of this world💫]

Thankyou, i know. My grammar isn't very good, I'm only 13 so... Thankyou for the review x