Past caring; a broken, empty shell. Torn apart by demons hurt beyond the threshold of manageable pain. Sometimes I wonder why it had to be me who got volunteered to get the brunt of the brutal pain. I will never complain though, I rather it be me then you- I rather feel the pain of the jarred and broken bone pushing through bloody and bruised skin, then watch the pain cross your face and be hopeless to help you, subject to watch as you're murdered by a being that can not be touched. I'm glad that you never asked if i was ok, my severe injuries are internal; the external ones I hide well. I'm glad you didn't ask though, because in this state I'm not so sure if I can lie to you. Look into your eyes and say that I'm fine to you. Smile at the stars and lie, I won't die- because of you.
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Through My Mind:-and other short stories-
FantasíaA compilation of short stories. Each Chapter is a new story, completely unrelated to the other short stories in this book. Through my mind takes you through an adventure of a creative mind that refuses to conform to society's ideals and standards. W...
