Senin, 28 Agustus 2017

Dunia Tanpa Suara



Saya menatap sekeliling saya dengan tatapan nanar. Mereka semua melirik ke arah saya, saya tau itu. Entah dari ekor mata mereka, atau secara terang-terangan. Mata mereka mengikuti saya kemanapun saya melangkah. Mengamati saya pada apapun yang saya perbuat. Tapi saya tidak peduli. Saya berjalan lurus melewati mereka. Seperti itu sedari lalu sedari dulu.

Saya mengamati gerak bibir teman-teman kelas saya. Saya tau mereka membicarakan saya. Sebagian karena ingin tau, sebagian lagi karena kasihan. Sebagian ingin mendekat, namun tatapan tajam saya tampaknya mengurungkan beberapa orang tersebut. Kemudian, bibir mereka bergerak untuk memberitahu pada yang lain mengenai tatapan tajam saya. Saya tau itu, saya bisa merasakannya. Lagi-lagi saya hanya diam, mengabaikan gerak-gerak bibir yang sesungguhnya mengganggu saya.

Saya duduk diam mengamati kedua orangtua saya. Kepala saya mendongak begitu mereka berdiri dan saling menunjuk satu sama lain. Saya mengamati alis mama yang naik dan matanya yang melotot, serta urat pada leher papa juga rahangnya yang mengeras. Mereka berdua menatap ke arah saya dengan tatapan putus asa, sedangkan saya hanya memiringkan kepala sebagai balasan. Mengerti pada akhirnya, saya memutuskan untuk berdiri meninggalkan mereka dan menuju kamar saya.

Saya terduduk diam dalam keheningan mencekam. Kemudian saya memutuskan mengambil speaker yang saya beli dari uang tabungan saya, menyalakannya, dan menghubungkannya dengan ponsel saya. Saya memilih lagu berdasarkan judul yang paling menarik di mata saya dan berusaha menikmati musiknya. Saya membesarkan volume musik tersebut sebelum kemudian air mata jatuh mengalir pada pipi saya.

Keheningan itu tidak mau pergi.

Jumat, 04 Agustus 2017

HELP



I don’t know what to say because I’ve write many already about this, but I feel overwhelmed by the same feeling (again). I don’t know where I should turn to. I’ve went to some psychologist(s) but I feel they can’t help. I try to look for some mentors in mental health sites, but turned to nothing but waste my time. I’ve shared with the only person I trust and it goes to he either didn’t know how to help me. I consumed some pills to reduce those feelings, well, it worked in the first or second day, but the rest they became useless. I’m helpless. Clueless.

I feel like being haunted of something I can’t figure out. All the bad things in my life feel inescapable. My life turns to a living nightmare, with me as the main role in it. I am living in a horror film, I can’t even pause or escape from it. I’m so tired of being alive, but also too scared to end my life. Harmed myself thousands of time but only remain scars which always close by another scars before it ever get healed. It sucks to feel I don’t have any future, I will become a worthless person. It sucks to wonder I will never win against my mental illness. My mind is really a scary place and it scares me almost every day. Every time. I spend almost my time to think about bad things; death, tragedy, depression, anxiety, other disorders and I can’t stop. Cry alone at night sometime because the thoughts are getting wilder. I suffocated by sadness, devastated by loneliness. I’ve no shoulder to rely on because the fact, I pushed them out. The hardest part is to realize I will never let anybody in. 

I hate my life, I hate the world, I hate every person I know or I don’t know. I hate me. I hate everything. Why people can be happy while I can’t? Why those girls could have anything easily while I have to struggle for it? Why do my friends laugh without any burden while I feel sad almost all the time? Why don’t they try to understand me? Why don’t they just leave me alone? Why don’t they apologize? Can they stop laughing? Can they stop smiling? Can they stop bothering me and asking “are you fine”? I JUST WANT EVERYTHING TO STOP.

But here I say to you; the truth isn’t these people are torturing me. I, am the one who torturing myself. I am torturing myself by constantly bombarding myself with question that keep me stuck on my fears and anxieties. I am torturing myself by sending people out of my life but then cry for some help. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but that’s the truth. And the thing is, I am at a loss. I don’t recognize myself anymore, I don’t know how to cope nowadays. My thoughts are bombarding my mind and I almost give up. I’m hurting and I don’t know how to make it stop. I’m scared of myself.

 

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