Life

Random thing -can this be considered a short story?- I wrote because I was frustrated. It was my feelings at the moment.

                She grew tired. Tired of watching those she loved leave her behind. Tired of being used by those she considered friends. Tired of feeling useless because of people who treated her like s**t day in and out. She was so very, very tired.

                She grew angry. Angry at her friends and family for taking her for granted. Angry at the people not believing in her and ignoring her. Angry because she was treated like her views and opinions meant nothing. She became increasingly angry.

                She grew depressed. Depressed from the people who turned their backs on her when she needed them most. Depressed because the place her salvation laid was becoming the last place she wanted to be. Depressed because she didn’t feel like she belonged, like a bird in a cage that just wanted to fly free. Her heart suffered from depression.

                She grew delighted. She realized her life was getting better. She found her  friends and family who always tried to bring her the sun on a rainy day. She realized her life was just beginning and she knew she would be free soon. She smiled and pushed the negatives away and embraced the new day.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Very well-written, I'll say. It sounded like thoughts I've had at various times. Starting out bleak, it turned a happy corner, just like real life tends to do.

[Chris]

It felt more like a free-flowing prose poem. What turned the depression and broke the spiral? - would make a good fourth stanza as well as set the tone for the last.