Storybook Life

I don't have a storybook life.

I am simply ‘normal’.

A privileged girl

who does privileged girl things

And has privileged girl hobbies.

Not a total brat,

But not fully grateful.

I always wanted more.

I wanted a life like the ones in the stories that always filled my head.

I never realized adventures were so appealing

because they always ended happily,

and if they didn't

I could be glad it wasn't real.

So I messed myself up,

And learned the dark side of books.

My fantasy changed to realistic fiction.

I didn’t recognize my life becoming bookish until him.

Everything he said was textbook depression.

“Make the voices stop.”

“I can’t.”

“Go away.”

He even swallowed sleeping pills to complete the story.