I stood in the
Darkness,
Creating clouds
Only with my
Suffocated breaths.
My fingers trembling
In their cocoon
Of flesh as I
Gaged on
sentiments.
The words danced in
My mind, driving my
Thoughts closer to
Insanity.
Keep them out,
You can't afford
To let them win
Again.
Think of the
Happiest moment
In my life before
I realised I can never
Be that happy
Again.
Don't remember
How my fingers
Shook like jittering
Children given
Too much candy
On Hallowe'en
As I wrote the
Letter I thought
Would be my last --
My last complaint
With this cruel world
While streams stained
My tortured skin.
Forget the screams that
Clawed out of my throat
When that boy stole
My innocence the
Night of my seventh
Year of being alive.
Ignore that time,
Buried deep into
My memories,
When Mother cursed
My very existence
For consuming her
Pills in hopes of
Turning those paper
Cranes into suicide notes.
She didn't know
How sorry I was
That I felt like this
After everything she'd
Done just to ensure
I would never be...
Like this...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry--
I'm sorry I can't handle
This any longer.
Please.
Try to remember
The times I didn't
Crave oblivion.
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A Collection of Short Stories and Poems
Short StoryThe title basically says it all. This will be a collection of really short stories and poems I have made recently in a creative writing class as warm-ups, so just sit back and enjoy a few chapters of random things based off of random prompts. This...
