Tears.
The thing that we use more than our phones.
Words.
The things that hurt worse than the blade at our side.
Blood.
The thing that reminds us that we are still here. Still real
Death.
The thing we crave but can never get.
Food.
The thing we throw up because that boy in your math class doesn't know you exist.
Life.
Something that knocks you down at your weekest points.
YOU ARE READING
Cheer up buttercup.
Short StoryI know life throws you down trying to pull you to the darkest pits of hell it could possibly find. But darling you have to get back up find the light and tell life fuck you. NOT TODAY...
