Strength from within.
Never spoken and hard to listen.
The first day all I heard were words of 'wow'.
The smiles on our faces were bright.
Within the truth, there was fun..
But to be truly, true I had also forced this.
And it wasn't until that day that I had realized how good I was.
How could I feel bliss WHEN I KNOW I'VE JUST LOST EVERYTHING?
"Cherish it."
I do.
That's in the fun.
But preparing myself is no longer seldom.
One of the best decisions to be made..
Took away MY happiness.
Living through the literal HELL was much more lively than even now.
I'd rather burn than this.
Thinking at my worst before,
But no..
Thinking at my worst after.
I did good for the well-being of flowers.
I too am a flower.
A dandelion.
Normal
Over-grown
But in a constant winter.
Wilted.
I've watched them bloom now-
Brighter than ever.
THAT is my slightest color-
Draining from me.
Even so, I hold a bright picture
A beautiful flower.
One I dream to be.
The one they see, as me.
Of course I'm too weak to hold it forever.
Once the picture falls I pick it up as soon as I physically can.
Losing my words of 'Wow'.
NOT attention.
But a happiness others feel for our own.
The guilt when not feeling the wish-
The guilt after the words, of, 'Wow'-
Stripped away normality and regularity.
Now pictures and scenes take me away.
My muscles tense and jerk in annoyance of emotion.
Why?
Screaming at myself with dull eyes and flat lips.
What about your eyes on nights?
Not taken by a dark room and a blanket.
Instead taken by a soundless, sightless, motionless darkness-
Opened eyes reading the ceiling.
Respond.
True.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Story~Saving Their Life~ So... Death. I ask you. Give them more time? ~Who Did You Hurt~ They choose to disregard everything Allowing us to only borrow their eyes Holding us back with tears Not allowing a new set of thoughts to rest next to their own in...
