The tears trickling warmly down my broken, unsettled face, Sickly pale with fear of what I was becoming.
The remembrance of their words in the back of my dark, twisted mind, Said so coldly
Telling myself "you'll never be good enough to satisfy their thirst, quenched only by bringing you sorrow."
The pain that they have caused me over the years is overwhelming, my cheeks faintly stained with tears, holding myself so closely
My heart broken into a million pieces by those I trusted and cared for dearly
only to be stabbed in the back, my heart ripped from my chest and crushed in front of me, leaving me grasping on to what was left, I have been destroyed mostly.
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Short stories
De TodoThese are stories that I've written when I was bored or when my creative juices were flowing. Warning in advance. Most of these stories are really dark and some even cover topics such as suicide and self harm as well as abusive material. If you ar...
