2ndpersonpointofview Stories

This is a poem about suicide.

You wake up in a sunny clearing. Above is a man-sized hole in the..sky? You stand up and look around. Around you is a dark forest. The bark is a dark almost black brown...

I am your neighbor. Yet you don't know me, I know you. I see you everyday and I have to say, Your life is more interesting than mine. You have troubles at home. I si...