"I love you". All it is is an empty phrase. A phrase that really doesn't mean anything. It's just a phrase you say, even if you don't mean it. It has no true meaning. People blankly say it in response to another. There is no true way to say it. It's a lie. The most used lie in history. I know for a fact. The phrase used to mean something, until tonight. The meaning of the phrase died along with my true soul tonight. It hurts, having an empty hole in your heart, but I'll learn to manage. I'll just mask my emotions from those who care about me, even if I don't care for them anymore. Not even the largest blazing bonfire can warm what love once felt like. My heart, my soul, my mind, my body... will all remain in darkness and cold for the rest of time, until I can find someone, anyone, to reignite that spark, fill the hole, enter my mind, cherish my body, to help me feel what love is once again, maybe I'll change. But that will never happen. No one can ever come to love me. I'm worthless. I'm a nobody. The old me has died. The person everyone once knew doesn't exist anymore. The me who would draw for fun, and read, write, sew, all for fun doesn't exist anymore. There may be hot tears rolling down my face, there may be an awful feeling in my stomach, but I am dead. Dead inside. Dead inside my heart, my soul, my mind. It's gone. I'm but an empty shell of a human who once was, and while will never be again.
(Yo, it's an update. A rare one. And I swear this isn't my feelings, it's some stuff for an OC. I promise. But yea. Yay. Maybe I'll update again soon. Peace out, nerds.)
YOU ARE READING
Random Short Stories
General FictionThese are only short stories I may randomly come up with at school. They'll probably seem unfinished, but they most likely are finished. Sorry if you're disappointed with the content. And I kinda have a dark mind, so please, be slightly warned.
