Darkness Flying

October 20, 2011
By Anonymous

Darkness surrounds me.
I feel its pressure, pushing down on my chest.
It’s hard to move, almost impossible to breath.
I can’t get up and I don’t want to.
All I want to do is lay in bed.
I no longer want to live in this world, a world where cruelty goes unpunished.
I know people can be cruel, and that not everything they say is true.
It still hurts, still burns.
The pain they cause is like a knife in my heart.
I want to sore through the air, only to fall.
I want to end it, to jump.
I’m flying.
I’m falling.
I’m ending.
I’m done.

The author's comments:
This brings up the darkness we sometimes feel.

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