Anger

Star's Medicine.

Does it really matter anymore? Pathetic am I? Huh. I'll show you. 

                Welcome to my life...take a bite. 

Chapter two. Anger

      Maybe he's right. The way they all fuel my anger with their pathetic insults is just medicine for my depression. 

Stop telling me what I should have been , who I should have turned out to be. What if I told you how you are a complete failure, how you should be more like your older sister. You don't realize how bad that feels. I never hear you tell me about how I have a heart of gold, or even a slight compliment. This is how life is, this is how it must be. We wake up every day and feel anger some way some how. People fake it by smiling and staying happy for a little while, but when it comes down to it, everyone has some sort of anger, some sort of pain. They are constantly reminded of this pain, maybe not everyday. 

June 30, 2013

Dear Diary, 

    Please, I'm not sick anymore. Why are people constantly filling me with their insults, their worthless medicine. If I told you how it was for me, Would it matter to you? No? Well I know one girl who would care. Her name's Gracy. Ya know what? She's only so young but she has had to fight and strive harder than any other human probably on here. Go on, yell at me for saying that you haven't had to fight as hard as she has. Humor me with your insignificant insults. Why are you so quick to drop your sugarcoated lies on others?  

The anger that rest's inside me is like a beast, ready to burst out and kill everything in its path. What makes this life so difficult, is that when you want an escape, a break from all the pain. There is no where to turn. Why do you think this is? Well to be honest, you were wrong from the beginning, There is always some where to turn. What I find funny, is that everyone always listens to a stranger rather than their own friends. 

June, 31, 2013.

Dear diary, 

You can still be what you want to be, What you said you were, when I met you. You honestly, have a warm heart and a beautiful brain. Sadly from all the medicine that people forcefully spoon feed you is not allowing you to open your eyes to see that. Why do you think that is? Is it because you can't breath? You've been entrapped in a bubble of lies your whole life. Or maybe, your brain is whats the lie. Indeed I think it is. 

Lets that beast out once in a while, to tame it. If that's not possible, Lock it up, anger fuels hate, and hate fuels courage. Once you have the courage to stand up to that medicine filled spoon, and shove it out of your face, You won't be sick anymore. You wont have medicine being shoved in your face. You won't even remember that awful beast. You won't need the pain, the heartache, the suicidal thoughts. So just listen...pick it up, and start over. You have a second chance, go home, escape it all. Until Pop. After all it is just medicine. 

                                                           Anger

                                                   2/5 stages of grief. 

Author's Note

I hope you realize the meaning behind the word "Medicine" Enjoy ~

Reviews

[JordanIsaacSmith]

It's very hard for anyone to go through depression. It's a horrible thing and it makes you feel absolutely terrible. It must be very hard for you to write these, based on your experiences; but they're very well written so far. Very well done.