The Cost of Freedom

Life is hard. I feel like I’m getting pulled into a whirlpool of my emotions. They are so strong and I feel like no one understands me. I feel so alone in this dead and impassive world. There’s nowhere to run from the detached people and the ones who look down on me in this godforsaken place of loneliness. I love my friends and family so much that’s it hurts. Pain is the only way to put my feelings to rest. It hurts, a lot, but it’s my only way out. I run through the dark and lonely hallway, towards the door of light. I reach for the handle, but there isn’t one. I yell and scream and let the rage engulf me. Too late, I get pulled back into the storm of blackness and I no longer see the door or anything but my dark cloud, intoxicating my mind. I struggle for air and can’t see clearly. All of a sudden it stops. I know what needs to be done, to find the handle and open the door of light. The only way is to be free, free of this life and its people, my family will understand. This will be the end but in some way also the start. I’m scared and worried what will happen after it happens but I need to be free. Soon the cloud will leave and reveal the sunshine that will indulge me in its glorious bliss of happiness. Today I am me, tomorrow I will be free. 

Author's Note

Hey sorry if this is a bit dark