Despair

A short story

She looked out the window as she layed on her bed. Lots of cheering people were passing by. She wished she was one of them, but instead she was drowning in a sea of sadness and misery, going crazy over the voices on her head. Those voices were telling her how worthless she was. How she could never achieve anything that ever dared to cross her mind. She was hopeless, alone. In fact, she felt like she had never felt so alone.

Sometimes she thinks about sharing her worries, her darkness, with someone. But has she plays the conversation on her head, she realizes how stupid it seems, so she says nothing. Besides, she thinks to herself, who could she talk to? Her mother, that would be in a worse state than she already is? Her friends, that never undestand her in the smallest of things? No. Maybe professional help? But her financial state isn't the best aswell, and she doesn't feel comfortable enough to share all the things (and they are a lot) going on on her mind.

So she just lays there, not even crying because her emotinal state is as bad as not being able to express that emotion. She just lays there, trapped in her own mind, without anyone knowing what's going on with her.

She just needed someone to understand.