I take in a deep breath and yawn. I crack my knuckles and look forward at the plain white wall. So empty yet so full of my memories and thoughts dancing across it. They frolic in peace as the demons can't hurt them. I think about memories of laughter and the warm feeling I get when I'm held a certain way, or I'm told something. I look down at my lap and I rub my eye's. The darkness creeps back In and I clench my fists. It ain't gonna happen again though is it. Nobody knows me enough to make me feel that way again. My knuckles turn bright red and I clench them harder, harder. The bruise on my hand turns a darker purple. I look at my phone and I sigh. A joke. it's all I have to do to hide it. I Push out a joke to distract and mask the pain. I read one more. My eyes well up with tears and I slam it down. Not even 10 minutes. Not 10 minutes.
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
RandomI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
