I thought of it once now more than usual; the way I die.
Will it be from a bullet, a knife, pills?
It seems I need a show to prove my existence.
So I reassure myself that I exist.
That I existed when no one noticed.
YOU ARE READING
Forever Never Endeavor
Short StoryOnce upon a time, A girl dreamed that the world would be more forgiving than it really was. Once upon a time, A girl hoped to find kindness in people's hearts even in the most wicked. Once upon a time, A girl would weep for the people who have...
