You
Everything seems so cold and empty. I see nothing but darkness and loneliness. The only thing I can think of is you. I miss you with every fiber of my being. It's okay though, don't feel bad. I understand that I mean nothing to you. I don't mean anything to anybody. You're just one more person to confirm that. Honestly, I don't even care about myself anymore. I've stopped eating, I've stopped sleeping. Every now and then I stop breathing. Sometimes I wish I were dead. I've bled out of both of my wrists for you. Well, more so for the memory of you. I know this doesn't make a difference to you at all. You're obviously so much happier without me. Or so I am told. But when I see you, something is missing. Something that I very distinctly remember seeing in your eyes. A certain happiness and a glimpse of hope. But it seems to have left your eyes and mine. Tell me, my dear, are you in as much pain as I am? You have a smile on your face, but is it a lie?
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4/23/17/Sun(1)
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A Breath Of Fresh Air
Short StoryThat little voice in the back of your head that you ignore is tired of being unheard. So it's shouting at the rooftops for you and everyone else to hear. ~ Warning: There are mature themes in this that may difficult or uncomfortable for some people...
