Do something
Anything to fill this hollowness.
Go outside.
All you do is keep yourself in this encased home.
Be normal for Christs sake.
My god!
Do I have to do everything for you?
You have no one. You've scared them all away you psycho.
You are of no use to anyone.
Give up.
Really happy right now because, *drum roll please*
I have passed 100 reads!!!
This may sound like something small, but it is an accomplishment none the less.
Thank you all so much!
Xoxo, Daya
YOU ARE READING
Static
Poetrya short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
