The death of something does not have to gruesome
It does not need to be planned
It does not even need to be intentional
But a murder is gruesome
It is planned
It is intentional
She tried to fight it
But it was one thing she could not escape
They told her she was unworthy
That she wasn’t perfect
That no one liked her
That saying hi was scary
That her words were meaningless
It always ran through her head
The doubt
The worry
Until she couldn’t take it
She was through
All the voices
They need to be gone
She needed it to stop
She wanted an escape
Then there was silence
And for a moment she was content
The doubt never creeped back in
The voices never ridiculed her
Everything stopped
Just for her
It was over
One by one she plucked out the voices
Leaving herself empty and broken
The genocide was over
And all that was left was a shell
A corpse of a person with nothing left
The voices were gone
But so was everything else
YOU ARE READING
Story of stories
Short StoryThis is random short stories/poems that I write. I just want to get better at writing so I have the guts to publish a book one day so this is my way of starting.
