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I'm trapped! I can't leave the room! They're out there, I can hear them. Someone comes past from time to time, opens and closes the door to check on me. I could get out the window, just wait until next time they've checked on me, then make a break. No, that won't work, there are more outside. They're everywhere! The people outside are probably worse, because I don't know who they are, or what they'll do. At least I can rely on the people inside to just check on me, to bring food and drink from time to time, and not to do anything else. Maybe tomorrow I can get out, maybe tomorrow I'll get out of this room.
My wife and friends are out there, I can hear them laughing and having fun. I wish I could join them, but I just can't do it. The neighbours are outside, I better stay away from the window. I don't know them, they don't know me. They don't know my struggle. At least my wife and friends know what's wrong even if they can't understand. My wife looks in on me now and then to see how I am, she brings me some food at meal times. Hopefully tomorrow I can face people, then I can leave my room. I won't need to hide from my friends, from the people who care about me. Maybe tomorrow my depression won't weigh on me so.
I wrote this yesterday, after having a bad day on Sunday. Don't know if it's any good, but I thought I'd share it anyway. Let me know what you think.
My wife and friends are out there, I can hear them laughing and having fun. I wish I could join them, but I just can't do it. The neighbours are outside, I better stay away from the window. I don't know them, they don't know me. They don't know my struggle. At least my wife and friends know what's wrong even if they can't understand. My wife looks in on me now and then to see how I am, she brings me some food at meal times. Hopefully tomorrow I can face people, then I can leave my room. I won't need to hide from my friends, from the people who care about me. Maybe tomorrow my depression won't weigh on me so.
I wrote this yesterday, after having a bad day on Sunday. Don't know if it's any good, but I thought I'd share it anyway. Let me know what you think.
When you write from where you are in your head,it is going to come across rushed but at the same time..its very human and readers responses tend to back off or join in your nervous thoughts. Reminded me of myself when im trying to work on the net and my wife has people in and out.LOL Is this your first attempt at writing about yourself and your thoughts..or are you going towards a different direction like suspense.Give me more.
