Short Stories?

Words

Stupid.

Idiot.

Hypocrite.

Words in my head

Mistakes.

That I make.

Flawed.

Perfection.

What would one prefer?

Flawed.

Mistake.

Those words is what I'd use on myself.

Worthless.

Shit.

The days grows darker and darker.

Pathetic.

Whore.

The night grows colder and colder.

Bitch.

Dumbass.

Weak.

The urge to live is fading.

Weak.

I am too weak, crumbling with words.

Words that I tell myself.

Attention whore.

It's true.

They are all true.

I am no where close to where everyone else is.

So why help a lost cause?

It's better to let life fade.

When they are nothing but flawed.

Nothing from words.