Do you ever get that feeling in your chest – something between panic and pain? The feeling of depression coming over you? Maybe depression isn’t even the right word. Despair, maybe.
It’s not even triggered by something I can point to. Just a feeling of indescribable sorrow at the futility of life. The faint whisper of voices saying “What’s the use? Don’t even try. It’s you, of course it will fail, of course it will suck. You’ll ruin it just like you always do.”
It hurts, this Siren’s voice. But there’s something familiar about it. Something comforting. It’s calling me to stop trying, to stop living this lie called “Okay.”
I know her voice leads me to a dark place where I shouldn’t go. But part of me wants to go there, too. To go to that familiar place and dream of laying it all aside.