"There's something about the night that strips away your shield and helps you cry."
-Zee
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at night,
i wait until 3am,
and i cry.it's my breakdown time,
the time where i allow myself to sob,
to scream and cry,
and hit a pillow,
and yell.but tonight is different,
instead of chaos,
it's an oddly calm tears.they go down my face,
one by one,
and it feels like a tornado.i'm slowly picking out the fear,
i am in the eye of the tornado,
as i stare out.i don't want to be forgotten.
the tornado comes closer,
i step with it,
something is inside,
the feeling is inside,
if i could reach it...
if i could find out what's wrong-"Just die."
your voice,
the tornado stops,
i know what's wrong,
i am crying,
god no.you.
you are the tornado.
i feel it pump along my blood,
your words staining it black,
you laughing at me,
until your gone.
you.you
are
my
tornado.you
are
my
fear.you
are
my
monster.-
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fat [EDITED]
Short Storytoday, i jumped, In a puddle. it felt nice, until, you came, and called me fat. [LOWERCASE INTENDED]