I was sitting on the roof when she approached. She whispered sweet words into my ears and dried my tears. I would hug her when I felt afraid. I felt I could trust her with anything but she didn't have many people she could trust.
I was ashamed to be her friend but too polite to say goodbye right away. So I didn't tell anyone that we were hanging out and denied it if someone asked. One night she grabbed my wrist and blew my mind; I would have no idea those scars were now forever mine. She showed me the sweet tang of iron and the explosion of emotions with the colors of purple and red. I breathed in every second of it, holding onto it for as long as I possibly could until she had to go home to her family.
But one day everything changed. A friend saw my cuts, a friend saw my bruises, a friend saw her with me. So she and I had to go our separate ways. Every now and then I'll look back and long for those sweet whispers and calming callings, but I know she is not good for me. When we pass each other in the hall, we shift our gazes quickly away from each other in embarrassment.
Both of us wishing we had never met in the first place after all.
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My Mind
Historia CortaI'm basically writing stuff that pops into my mind- that makes sense anyway. Though I do have depression so that kinda the theme for this book- it's more of an outlet than anything, even if I am super happy from time to time.
