Bedrotting Stories

a creepypasta with sprakledogz and SKIBDI SRIMPO

I'm a 13 year old girl whom has a joy for writing and because I have absolutely no talents to make people proud of me so instead I be proud of you for being here, so I thought about posting my poems or whatever you'd like to call them, they are normally about things I'm afraid of,what I could relate too, personal experience or mental issues and situations (that I want more people to be aware of or just know about) that I write in my perspective. I'm not amazing however I'm trying to get better but I do hope you enjoy. ᕱ⑅ᕱ ♡ ₊˚ ✩ (๑•ᴗ• )づ__∧ (つ　 /( •́‧̫•̀ ｡) ♡ しーＪ (nnノ) ⋆ I'm very proud of you

It was a selfless sacrifice and now his ghost haunts her, her every waking moment. It was a striking reminder that he was gone, and she'd never truly see him again. She needs to move on, but in reality, she can't. Not when she was dying from a broken heart. What had originally stemmed from an innocent promise between childhood friends, broke many more promises that followed between them before they even had a chance to be completed. Instead of seeking professional help like therapy, she doesn't want help, she doesn't wanna get better. A part of her knows that if she heals and moves on, Azrael's ghost will forever be gone and she can't stand the thought of that. The thought of him being gone forever is just something she cannot accept. Lucia still needed Azrael in her life, but he was gone. His life cut short before it began, and it was all her fault.