7 Days

For seven days there has been something, a small indifferent feeling of pain.

DAY ONE:

Hopped on a ride to the sky after making a pit-stop in hell.

 

DAY TWO:

Felt the need to sink lower than low after being ignored by satan.

 

DAY THREE:

Got too excited about nothing. My hopes drifted toward the sky, taking me along with it.

 

DAY FOUR:

Went on an adventure to my grave in the ocean.

 

DAY FIVE:

Walked one flight, two, six staircases down to hell. And I didn't trip once.

 

DAY SIX:

Went too low. Bled out underground. People thought I went missing.

 

DAY SEVEN:

Went so high, I hit the ground.

 

Then... darkness...

Reviews

[Jessica]

i really like this, it was creative how you made it in a diary form. and your symbolism is amazing

"DAY FIVE:

Walked one flight, two, six staircases down to hell. And I didn't trip once."
this is my favorite part, it's very powerful