Happy Endings;
Her nights are longer,
Her thoughts deeper,
And her eyes darker.
Her skin weaker,
Her cuts deeper,
And her grades lower.
But then...
Her days are longer,
And nights shorter.
Her thoughts were happier,
And eyes brighter.
Her skin was thicker,
And cuts became battle scars.
Even her grades were higher.
This. Is. It. She. Made. It.
YOU ARE READING
My Dark Thoughts
Short StoryJust a collection of the Darker parts of my journal. I will keep adding to this book as I go along day by day.