Some people give you a shove when your down.
Then there are those who simply walk past you,
Their gaze stares past your own pleading eyes.
They don't even give you a glimmer of strength.
I prefer the first.
YOU ARE READING
Small Voices
Short StoryWhile I sit alone, the voices whisper in my head. I close my eyes to hear them say."write us.... don't let us die when you're dead....."
