by Lynsey Mar 15, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
This room is cold and quiet; I hear nothing but the beating of my heart and the stillness of my breathing. It's quiet in here; I listen closely to the sound of the clock on the wall. Tick.... tick, another second has gone by. Tick.... tick, the sound bounces off the still white walls and echoes through my mind. I feel so alone, nobody is here today. Tick...tick, each time I hear it more tears roll down my face. Drip.... drip; it sounds like a broken faucet, drip...drip. The ripples show my distorted heart. Time is standing still, nobody is here in this cold and empty room just me. Thousands of tables empty in the front and empty in the back. Tick.... tick; my heart has kept its rhythm with the clock, the sound of my heart beat echoes across the room. My breath is still, my body feels frozen, my arms strapped to the chair, my feet stuck to the ground below me. Tick...tick I'm going to go insane, the ticks are growing louder as I breathe. Tick.... tick. My breathing gets faster Tick.... tick. Its getting louder as it echoes in my mind. Tick...tick...why? Why is this happening? Tick...tick. My breathing stops...Im scared the room is to quiet. Why? Whats the reason? Tick.... tick.... its my fault they're not here, tick....tick...damn this room damn the quiet! Tick....tick...wake up this is reality...tick.....tick...one last breath....then it all goes black. Tick.... tick.....my time has run out. |