I'm done with playing games, i'm done with being quiet. I'm done with life.
I decided this fact as I was lying down, on We Heart It (www.weheartit.com/Jessiery) looking at quotes.
"The prettiest eyes are the ones that have cried the most. The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The kindest heart has gone through the most pain."
That really related to me. I may be pretty, but I'm not perfect. I have flaws. I have imperfections. I have problems. Who doesn't? I have suicidal thoughts, but I would never have the guts to accomplish suicide. Sighing, I ran down my oak stairs, the faint scent of cookies lingering in my kitchen. "Smells delicious mom." My hand took one, as she grunted then I smiled and ran away. I went on a jog, just around the block. As I passed by a flower bush, a stray flower stem was aloje on the floor, imploring to be stepped on. I picked it up, placing it with its own species, smiling.
They were now safe. They were together.
Even though they're flowers, they have a meaning. Everything does.
AN// i know my chapters r short im trying to increase them! Xx
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RomanceA young girl falls for a boy online who she loves, and he doesn't realise shes slowly dying inside with hidden feelings. © maddove.
