Descriptive writing about me- (Seni)
First person- (POV)
Born as pure, fresh, innocent, content and soft hearted, locked in a cage, with barriers, yet to overcome obstacles, stepping stones, isolation, and loneliness, peaceful in my own company, I learnt, with little support. Thirteen years in silence! Inside my own shell, slowly evacuated, a miracle landed, I was superiorly perfect! I felt trapped back inside again and again……
I overthink deeply among the threshold, I am an introvert; and extrovert, I talk to myself, screaming inside, feeding my demons. Finding myself inside a shadow room, neglected, in blackouts, I strive to survive, and I suffocate, choking of my throat, difficult to swallow the pain when I cry.
Death is tremendously a large and bitter pain! Living with drama, no light, no hope; lost faith in myself and god. No defense, Shamefully, I quit my life! Anxiously, with life regrets, voices, I ground myself, having self-awareness, so I attain.
I do not feel alive! I feel dead! Oh what a horrible feeling! Crowded and scattered with thoughts. I want to scream, this is utmost. I endure the pain; I am stronger than I think, by undergoing more troubles.
I create immoderate fantasies and obsessional thoughts, unplanned, routine rituals, repetitively, so overwhelming. Feeling so tired, exhausted, loss of vitality, I give it all I got. In monotone, tears fulfill my heart and chest. Oh when I cry, I do not feel any release, only bliss. I miss me, the old me, oh….. The smell of my tears, like the azure ocean…. slipping down my ivory pillow.
I speak with honesty. I am crazy for love! A wild child of god, I seek turquoise skies, to find god, I talk to god at the evergreen col. I am an empath, feeling sorry for poor people, people are apathetic, savaged, it guilt’s me moreover…… oh where is humanity? Where am I? Trauma hit me so harshly! This world is brutal!