How..How did this all happen? How come, I've messed up again? Why is everyone upset with me again. Was it my fault? What did i do wrong?
Those are the questions we ask ourselves when things go the wrong way.
"why"
That word that hangs inside your mouth. Making you feel tired. Never the same taste as the last time you said it, am I right? That word filling your lungs like a bunch of smoke. The realization that it was your fault. It messes with your mind. Like mine. Messes with your mind like a drug. Cant get enough of it. How tired are you actually? So tired you feel your world is crumbling.
Lets pause for a second.
The day this all started. With one group of friends. Did they make you feel special? Like you mattered for once? But behind your back they don't give any fucks about you. You'd break your backs for them in a heartbeat. To only have them crush you. Like the dirt under their feet. Don't worry. I've always known this feeling. It hurts like hell, right? that crushing feeling in your chest. Hundreds of pounds weighing you down.
Guess what, I'd be the friend to care about you..More than you'd realize.
Even if it would crush me.
No fucking pity party for me, right?
That's when everything goes downhill.
Like a fucking virus.
Spreading through you like wildfire.
Fire. Fire...That word brings heat to your body on it's own, Right.
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Wilting Rose
General FictionA story. Based on the true emotions of girl struggling with life itself. The people she trusted ended up hurting her in return after all the things shes done for them. To only be treated so cold.
