Passed midnight,
Hugging the stuff animal,
Hearing the terrifying sirens from the ambulances,
Remembering what happened two years ago,
Remembering the cold blue skin that was implanted on him,
Long gone,
It was over when he ambulances came in late,
He was in a better place,
Holding onto my bunny and teddy bear,
Silently whimpering in the dark,
As the sirens came through the town,
Loud and clear,
As the daylight began to shine,
Falling asleep,
Holding onto the photo with the family in it,
Memories pops up and smiles happily,
To see her suffer,
Scars down her leg from the break downs she had,
She wasn't helped,
No one could help her,
She lost two important members in her family,
To even try to be fixed.
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The Selfless Me
Non-FictionSometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at...
