Whispers. Whispers all around. All icy and cruel. Die. Give up. Failure. Worthless, they yell. She yearns for the good words, the good thoughts. She can’t take the pain of the bad thoughts, its too much for her pure soul. Clutching the bars, the ones stopping her from escaping her own personal prison. The chains on the girls arms halting her on her way to grab the key, the key to freedom, to happiness, to a whole new world. Every day she loses herself more and more, falling deeper into the dark prison of her own thoughts. She's trapped and can never escape. The words pushing her deeper down. No one can help. All they do is spit fire at her, add more pain, and more chains. Just another kind heart breaking, smashing into pieces.
Welp... Welcome to emo world. If anybody feels like this you can always talk to me. I used to feel like this, I still do. So yeah. Be happyyy!
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Short Stories
Short StorySo these are short stories I wrote. Very. Short. They are kinda emo because lets face it, thats literally all I write. Againnnn P.S. I wrote these. Dont take them. Blehs. Continue...please!
