Unsettled Sand

April 14, 2011
By , omaha, NE
I hide myself in my room, hoping they don't notice that I'm gone.
I try to be happy, sometimes I succeed, but more rarely I fail. Knowing that i can't talk to someone about how I feel. Trying just makes it harder.
I think about how I don't want to eat, sleep, live. Just lay in a lake and feel my body slowly sink down, down, down, till I reach the bottom. Letting the unsettled sand settle on me, leaving me hidden forever never to be found. Hidden forever from danger.

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Fawny This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 17, 2011 at 1:55 am
you describe your depression perfectly!!!! i feel the same way sometimes. i love how you used a metaphore of the lake. it is a great piece :)
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