My Rough Reality
As days pass, I'd notice myself all alone. No one to my left, no one to my right, all alone, from left in right. It started in my early adulthood, it started minor, but now I can't even go outside without being paranoid or given dirty looks, I spend most of my time staring at the wall, thinking, if there's any hope, or meaning left to my life anymore. It usually ends up with me screaming, and crying; crying myself to my sleep, or sometimes barely getting any sleep, because the voices usually wake me up, constantly. It convinces me to open my eyes, but I try not to listen, because I know they're right in front of me. One day, I can't up and forced myself to go to the hospital, the voices are getting louder, and the hallucinations are becoming even more convincing, I can't differentiate what's …show more content…
It's sad to say, the voices are my only friends, and they're the only ones that never left my side, but lately they're becoming demanding. They constantly try to convince me, to do some really, really villainous actions. It's so villainous, I have to clench my ears, harder, then harder, until they sometimes they sometimes bleed; but they never g-go away. Which brings me right back to the hospital, where I believe I belong. Where I believe I'm not so different from others. It gives me a sense of family. Yeah, I know, pathetic. As I walk down the halls, all alone, looking for help, the voices start louder than ever, I see myself screaming, in the near hallway mirror saying “ please, stop”. I see doctors rushing to my aid, but their face moulds into a very haunting figure of death. I hesitate and try to escape, I hear a doctor scream, and “I need 15 mg of phenothiazine, in here!” I feel a slight prick on my neck, then everything went silent, at least I thought, I'm at peace, the voices were for once silenced, and I can actually think, for once. Nevertheless, happiness is temporary. Bam! I'm snapped back to my unpleasant
As days pass, I'd notice myself all alone. No one to my left, no one to my right, all alone, from left in right. It started in my early adulthood, it started minor, but now I can't even go outside without being paranoid or given dirty looks, I spend most of my time staring at the wall, thinking, if there's any hope, or meaning left to my life anymore. It usually ends up with me screaming, and crying; crying myself to my sleep, or sometimes barely getting any sleep, because the voices usually wake me up, constantly. It convinces me to open my eyes, but I try not to listen, because I know they're right in front of me. One day, I can't up and forced myself to go to the hospital, the voices are getting louder, and the hallucinations are becoming even more convincing, I can't differentiate what's …show more content…
It's sad to say, the voices are my only friends, and they're the only ones that never left my side, but lately they're becoming demanding. They constantly try to convince me, to do some really, really villainous actions. It's so villainous, I have to clench my ears, harder, then harder, until they sometimes they sometimes bleed; but they never g-go away. Which brings me right back to the hospital, where I believe I belong. Where I believe I'm not so different from others. It gives me a sense of family. Yeah, I know, pathetic. As I walk down the halls, all alone, looking for help, the voices start louder than ever, I see myself screaming, in the near hallway mirror saying “ please, stop”. I see doctors rushing to my aid, but their face moulds into a very haunting figure of death. I hesitate and try to escape, I hear a doctor scream, and “I need 15 mg of phenothiazine, in here!” I feel a slight prick on my neck, then everything went silent, at least I thought, I'm at peace, the voices were for once silenced, and I can actually think, for once. Nevertheless, happiness is temporary. Bam! I'm snapped back to my unpleasant