I hate myself.
Die.
You're useless.
Hear me? You're. Useless.
You should just disappear.
No one needs you here.
Piece of shit.
Piece o-"Hey." Without even turning around to see who it is, I know it's you. I jolted back into reality and just froze. You were quiet for a second, then you sat beside me and placed your hands on either side of my shoulders and turned me towards you. I looked up at you, at your worried eyes. And I couldn't take it anymore. I could feel my tears welling up from my eyes as I start to cry. You quickly pulled me closer to you and held me tightly around your arms.
"It's okay," you said. "It's okay..."
"I'm here for you."
I closed my eyes and buried my face on your shoulder and cried so hard as I hug you tightly.
You didn't ask me what's wrong. You didn't bombard me with questions. You understood. Even if I didn't say anything, you understood. You just held me until I fell asleep from crying.
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The Ghost Of My Feelings For You
PoetryRegrets. Mistakes. Promises. Heartbreaks. Some of the few things that this story holds. This is a mix of poems with a few short stories. Read this story as though you're reading the narrator's mind.