Dear somebody I used to know,
I am tired of you calling me names. My grades are slowly slipping and my mind is consumed with hatred.
But somehow when you smirk at me in the corridors, I suddenly get breathless.
But when the first word that come from those lips of yours is an insult, I feel like strangling you and watching you gasp in pain as the life drains from your eyes. Then you would know how I feel.
Suffocated by my love for you.
YOU ARE READING
Somebody I Used To Know (Complete)
Short StoryAnd I stand quiet as I let it happen because I know my silence will haunt you when you stand over my grave
