I silently sobbed in the comforts of my bathroom.
Flushing out my pain with a bottle of pills, I couldn't feel anything when I'm like this.
Is that wrong?
To want to die, just because things aren't going my way?
Is it wrong to feel like a hollow, carved out shell
All because of my infatuation of a guy who will never give me the time of day.
A guy who's godly muscles are sculptured to perfection.
A guy who is owned by a satanic beauty who's demonic glare is deadly.
Running into them, sucking each other's faces off.
Gross.....
I laughed to myself.
Life is spectacular
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Written in the stars (bxb)
Storie breviFelix Anderson's heart is captured in a tight cage of distress, torment and anguish. His mind flooded with memories of the godly Brody Winters. Yet this oh so god of the clouds above doesn't know he exists. Is his infatuation unrealistic or will...
