Xo Romeo Xo
Alone in the Dark
Xo Romeo Xo
Alone in the Dark
Alone in the Dark
Alone in the Dark
As I vent about what’s going on within me. Currently, I’m raging, yelling, and screaming at the top of my lungs But as my friends look at me and ask how I feel, I tell them I’m good, I tell them I’m okay. However, in reality, I’m hurting inside. I’m working on dying and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop this feeling. I recently came back from the psych-ward not to long ago, I felt meaningless. The dialogue in my mind on the daily ranges from “why am I alive, why do I exist, why is my happiness so short lived?” I don’t care anymore, I don’t want to live anymore, just tell my family that I truly love them. Till next time, hopefully I’m alive by then.
Darrien journal entry #1
“Mama I fell in love But I guess your son Really wasn't enough I played my cards She called my bluff But I can't let my heart get calloused I can't let my hurt get rough.” - Darrien
Darrien journal entry #2: "Even though this life is not for me, there are no reasons for mourning. I just wake up in the morning and go start on my journey "
Darrien journal entry #3:
One last joke one:
You said my words are ammo. Well, I'm bringing the shells. Now show me the motherfuckers that we're taking to hell."
Diary entry #1:
Today I went to the beach with my family. The most whole I’ve felt in a while. As the waves crashed against each other It made me think about how my family used to argue and be divided for so long. Now we are riding with the tides; I'm not saying we are perfect but we sure came a long way.
Diary entry #2:
Alone, The only thing I’m currently struggling with right now. It’s so hard to explain because everything seems so fine yet so chaotic. It’s as if the maze changes daily, imagine being close to the end and next thing you know everything resets. Every day feels like I’m climbing up Mount.Everest, but I can’t seem to reach the top. Not that i even know where the top is but i feel so low that i want to get higher and escape this madness. The mundane cycle of life that's been imposed on us. I’m so jealous of birds, they soar so high and carefree; money and religion doesn't exist to them. Why can't we be like the birds?
Diary entry #3:
Hello? Can anyone hear me as I type this? If I screamed as I typed this entry asking for help would anyone online hear me? Why have so many people replaced real life for something that can't ever be real? Why?
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Before we get into this story, I have to admit I have two younger sisters I would die for. One suffered from severe depression and the other was sexually assaulted. To this day these tragedies plague the minds of my family and me.
This night I experienced what felt like going up and plunging down the hill on a steep roller coaster. I grab my sister’s hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction, then we jump.
Suddenly, as we jumped to our demise, a jolt of adrenaline took over my body. It felt as if we were going down the hill on a steep roller coaster. As I struggled to catch my breath, my sister’s scream pierced through the dense air but quickly faded out into the abyss.
I knew I didn't want to die. The thought of all the memories I've shared with my family gave me a sense of comfort. “God, please save us we aren't ready to depart from this life.” My cries for help seemed helpless. At this point, my sister's body went unconscious. We had approximately one minute until our life would come to an abrupt end.
“I said, I don’t wanna die too young.” “I’m only 17, I haven't had the opportunity to live.” “Please! I don’t want to die” sobs The psychopath replies: “shut the HELL up before I take your life” I stared at his chrome dagger and fear filled my face. “You can have my money, you can have my house, you can have everything.” “ inhales and exhales the trapped breaths to let it all out, just let me keep my life, please!....” Psychopath: “No! I don’t want any of that! I just want my daughter back!... (read in angry but light heartened tone) “But my life can’t bring her back.. and i know how i can ease the discomfort you’re feeling because my father was murdered too.” The psychopath eyes glared wide open He yelled: “TELL ME NOW, HOW CAN YOU EASE MY PAIN!” “And I’m sorry... for your loss. How do you feel.” It’s okay... I’m working on getting over the pain, it hurts so bad and at times i hurt and cry till i can’t no more, if i said i was fine i would be lying, my house, my car, everything i value and posses is just to mask how i really feel inside. So you know what.. i don’t mind dying as long as i don’t have to take it myself..” “So please end it all before i fall into a state of nothingness.” Psychopath: “since we’re both going through the agony of losing our loved ones, let’s end it all together.”
Once upon a time, there was a thief who stole the heart of a couple. Where his heart used to be rests an icebox. He stole their hearts for all the right reasons; he stole it because he once too experienced heartbreak. He stole their hearts to save them from misery and pain. On the coldest day, he would enter the couples home, lurking until the opportunity came. When the opportunity came he leapt out from the shadows to plunge his dagger straight through their chest then ripped out their hearts and fled like a thief in the night. The couple shared their last moment in a puddle of blood while laid out on the cold marble floors, hand in hand, till death do us part.