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Gallery of Pain: A Rock by Hatty

By Hatty
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If you asked me to show you what the interior of my feelings really looks like, I would show you a rock. All my feeling can be represented in one rock; a smooth, heavy, strong, black, sinister, old rock.

It would be a smooth, slick, glossy, even rock. Why? Because my interior feelings are trapped and there's no way of getting into them, not even one single notch that can be chipped away at. They are surrounded by one shell; a shell that can not be held. A shell so smooth it's like holding a glass without the aid of friction; impossible.

It would be a heavy, weighty, burdensome rock. Why? Because my interior feelings are a burdensome weight that I carry around. Never to be put down. Always there, always dragging me down. It's like the rock is a lead weight tied to my mind. So heavy it's ripping me in two.

It would be a strong, sturdy, solid, tough rock. Why? Because my interior feelings are strong. This rock holds a lot. It keeps all my feeling locked inside. Locked inside a cage so strong the no-one can break into it. Not even the holder of the key. They are stronger than anyone would ever know. Strong and powerful.

It would be a black, dark, shadowy, gloomy rock. Why? Because my interior feeling are dark. They are a swirling black mass of shadowy darkness. They're to dark to see the reasons. They're to dark to see the answers. They are the reason for the dark shadow that surrounds my life.

It would be a sinister, threatening, evil, disturbing rock. Why? Because my interior feelings are sinister. They threaten anyone that comes near. They work in their evil ways. Their evil ways of doing anything they can to keep people away; anyone that gets to close will be shown the disturbing feeling that are my life.

It would be an old, aged, ancient, long-standing rock. Why? Because my interior feeling date back to childhood. My feelings are old and dated. They are feeling that will take a lot to change and be reformed into their former selves. They are old and aged and before you know it they will break. When they break they will be replaced with new stronger feelings. Feeling that will never break down.

If you asked me to show you what my interior feeling really look like; I would show you a smooth, heavy, strong, black, sinister, old rock. A rock that represents my feelings.

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