They sat there, silence taking over, the only sound was their hearts mourning together all at once, it seemed like every breath intake was a silent cry, every exhale resembled a heartbeat they could no longer feel. The heartbeat they lost, the smile they buried.
It all felt too bad to be true.
One room was filled with so many emotions, a mixture of blue and red; Blue meant the deep sorrow and sadness, the bruising of their hearts.
Red meant anger, the feeling of injustice, like a little kid who just got their candy taken away from them.
Perhaps they were kids, maybe at heart, and just like kids, they couldn't really understand life, why was it so unfair?
Why do the prettiest people have to leave so soon?
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Emotional Torture.
PoesieCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
