When I wake The sun forgets to descend Or is it just me who forgets to notice, Maybe I awoke the insane. Called me barely sane I wish I could actually know 'What is this insane?' After all when I wake The sun forgets fo descend The things we don't notice Maybe I woke in another realm Where there isn't a wish to care. ___________________________ Welcome... To my home With poems at your disposal Stories at your welcome. Yours R.Writter

[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders, making it look as simple as a pair of wings. © caumet

❝ This is the closest I'll ever get to flying. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ No one can fully understand the truth ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ behind a girls suicide, unless the girl ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ who jumped actually tells you the full ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ story. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But that's impossible because she's ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ dead. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But what if she could tell you why she ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ killed herself? Would you be willing to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ listen? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Well, I'm Amber Fields. And this is why I ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ jumped. This story describes the ten days before Amber committed suicide. Do not read if you are triggered by suicide or cutting. This story contains a small amount of romance. This is not meant to romanticize suicide in any way. Edited✔️