silver crescent moons
float underneath my eyes,
permanent residents
that appear when i cry.
i was happy for a while,
however it was just a matter of time
before my happiness
turned to suicidal
and i ended my life.
but then,
it seems as if I cannot.
what is here for me,
whispering me to stop?
it lets me cry in peace
but then when i want take the final act of defiance
against life,
rooting for death and his arsenal
of broken hearts and
wandering souls lost to time's hands,
it stops me
and then i'm crying again.
**word count: 99 words**
**genre: poetry**
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Short Stories Collection
Historia CortaInterested in horror? How about fiction? Sci-fi, fantasy? Good. This will be a collection of short stories that may make you cry, fearful, happy, or laugh. This is a collection of my writing, my heart, my soul. My personal story fractured into other...
