I often wonder
If I was abusive
Controlling of your feelings
Softening you into something I wanted
But I wanted you to be happy.
So is it abuse to trick your mind into not wanting to die?
Is it abuse to love your smile?
I hate myself
For pouring out my feelings on paper.
Nothing far from a cry for help.
But in the end, it's just a poem
What does it matter?
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fictions
Short Storythis is a series of flash fictions I write whenever I get writers block on a main story or if I find a really interesting prompt. these are probably gonna be really random.
