The rain fell, thick and fast; pattering on the roof outside.

Tap. Tap. Tap. It heavily sounded on the walls, copying the same beat of my heart.

"Perhaps, there's a way out," I think to myself.

I know it's not possible, and yet I don't discourage myself.

The room is grey. No windows. No doors. It's complete isolation. Nothing can come in. Nothing can go out...

One by one, my tears roll down my cheeks. I don't realise it at first, and when I do, it's too late. I can't stop. The world becomes a blurry mess and nothing I can do will change that.

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I did this to myself. I built these walls around me, not willing to go out, making it hard for others to come in.

They taunt, they tease, I can never be at ease.

I'm not suicidal.
Im not depressed.
I have a small amount of anxiety.
But know I shouldn't stress.

Never again will my mind be open.
The doors are now closed.
I will be on my own team.
This is the path I chose.

I'm not suicidal.
Im not depressed.
I have a small amount of anxiety.
And gone is the rest.

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A/N

Hey Wattfam (does that work?),

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🎊🎈🎉❤ I hope 2019 will be a prosperous year for all of us, and I'm wishing everyone the very best.

I hope that everyone enjoyed the short story. If depressive and mysterious isn't exactly your cup of tea, I suggest you stick around a bit longer, as I have other genres of short stories to explore with you.

Give me your thoughts or opinions if you like giving stuff, and I'll see y'all next on the 2nd Of February for a new story.

- Your favourite dork, Rajvindork.