Submissions by Ash_233

It’s not in my head.

You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”

Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.

You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...

I didn’t know grief had a sound, until it echoed in the silence after the gunshot.
How could something so final, so brutal, happen so fast?
The tears felt so heavy but were pointless. Nothing could remove your bloodstain in the dirt.

I screamed at the ground, but the earth didn’t care,
So, I cursed at the heavens demanding he be spared.
The truth is we stand in a shooting range, and no one even flinches when the bullets start flying.
As kids play on the playground, which would soon be their graveyard.
Like bodies hitting the ground is just background...