There once was a story of a boy. It always seemed like he had demons behind his back, but no one could see it except from himself. It was as if the demons was trying to push him down. Far down into a hole of darkness, but he was strong and would not give in. But he was also tired. He was tired of fighting. Tired of feeling this way.
He told his story to a few, but usually some parts of the stories were missing. He didn't seem to want to be too close to people, yet he didn't want to be alone. Sometimes it would seem as if he had hurricanes on the inside of his head. Everything was a mess and everything was broken. I could see it in his eyes. His sad eyes who longed for someone to help him. For someone to take the pain away.
He often dreamt of what it would be like to not be alive. He wondered if it hurt to die or if it was as if you were sleeping in all eternity. Sometimes he thought life had nothing to give. And that it was no place for him here anymore, but he was wrong. He had alot to live for, and I think deep inside he knows it too. He may be broken. He may be tired. But he is strong and he knows that he has to fight the demons standing behind his back and stop the hurricane inside his head. I know he can do it.
Live today, as if tomorrow is you last. Make the most of it.
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a/n: Heyy! Thanks alot for reading my story. It means alot to me! :) Im sorry about this short story being all sad and depressing, but I still hope you liked it.
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Short Story[ a - c o l l e c t i o n - o f - p o e t r y - a n d - s h o r t - s t o r i e s ] I hope you like my tiny little stories and poetry. Some of them are new, and some of them are old. Most of the things I write is made up. Some of it is f...
