Breaking Boxes

There's a sudden knock at the door

And the door is my heart

It's racing faster and faster

Because the one at the door

Has a knife

The person is only a shadow

I can't see there face

So as fear rises

I run through the house

Blindly

As I run my heart beats faster

And the shadow gets faster too

Holding a knife in their hand

I turn to face them

Only to notice, that they are me

I am chasing myself

Breaking boxes

Killing myself with a bloody knife

But there's nothing wrong with me

I'm just normal

You can't say you have problems

You have friends

You don't go to school

Your family loves you

You aren't alone

There's nothing wrong with me

So why do am I killing myself

Why am I breaking boxes

There isn't anything

Yet there is something wrong

normal, alone, wrong

I am alone

And so are you

But your worse than I

Because there's nothing wrong with me

Author's Note

Because there's nothing wrong with me, so I don't get the pity. I just get the get over it, because there's nothing wrong, but I still feel helplessly alone. So I bury myself in the internet, at least I have my writing.

Reviews

[Bluefire]

Thrilling and chilling with a dash of nightmarish tones.
Well played. ^^

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

How positively divine and delicious in it's delivery, well done, a great read.