Save Yourself

Throwing myself around this empty room, and time and time again people don't seem to notice me.

But wait, this is an empty room. No lights, no windows. How long have I been in here? How long have I been fighting against nothing? The world takes things as it goes, and I take things before they arrive.

Lurking thoughts in my mind, tricking me into believing that things are always going to turn out wrong and for the worst. Why do I fight against myself this way?

I turn, try to be happy, try to keep my smile on, but there's something hiding beneath the surface, waiting to bubble over and explode. Small explosions have occurred in the past, and I know there's an eruption heading my way.

But since I'm in this small room on my own, it can't cause anyone any harm can it? There is nobody to hurt by myself. Nobody else can see me. Nobody else can save me. My own misery is what keeps this little world turning.

Hold on to the past, it's something we can look on and wonder upon. What if I did this? What if I did that? Would it make a difference if I disappeared? Small questions for a small world and a small audience.

Switching my smile off, for now I realise that smile for nobody. Smiling is a sign of weakness. Forever frowning to show that I am my own person.

And so the circle continues. As humanity continues to frown, we continue to drown. Helpless is what we all are and will remain until we learn to smile again.

All locked in our own rooms, our own minds. The only people who can truly help us are ourselves.

Reach out, and grab your hand. Save yourself.