Creative writing(Seniha Haksever) 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!


By, Seniha Haksever

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