Kelsey Swim

Pain's Prisoner

We all have a sad story to tell. Something that someone did to us, said to us. Maybe it was something we did to ourselves. We sit in the corner of a dark room filled with smoke and liquid poison and try to drown away our agony. Does it help? How can I, as a person, take every bad memory and stuff it into a metaphorical box and hide it away from myself? The reality is you cant. You can not escape what has happened to you because it has now made you who you are. You can not get rid of your pain without essentially demolishing YOU. So you take what you have, use it and alter it into something that you can live with. Find you "silver lining" they say. How can you be this depressed when you have so many great things to live for? My story is mine and mine alone. If I want to wallow in self-pity and immobilize myself until I can't recognize my reflection, is that not my right?