No Escape.

I'm a prisoner of sadness trapped in my own head, and I'm held hostage by these thoughts as they are slaves of my depression.

I slam into the bars of my cage in an attempt to escape my end, but the bars left bruises on my shoulders and my eyes filled with tears.

I pretended to believe that I could get out alive and now I know that these thoughts are going to kill me and there's nothing I can do.

There is no escape.

My sorrows weighted me down and down, deeper until the bars of my cage were no longer visible and I gave in to the dark nothingness. Though it was dark and cold, it held me tight until I was so cold it burned.

I felt a comfort as if the darkness was my family and this place was my home.

Then came the water that started to fill the cold, damp home I had taken refuge in.

It crawled up my body as cold as ice. I did not move.

It came up to my face and I watched it close over my head. Still, I did not move.

Death was inviting, like an old friend.

And that was the end of the girl I thought I could become.

That was the end of The Future Me.