Smurfymichael Stories

and yet here I stand, my feet crunching the green shards of glass at my feet, the stench of alcohol smothering both my shoes and the clouds of breath escaping my mouth.An empty bottle of sleeping pills rolling on the floor, its speed growing faster as the rain drops hit harder and the wind blew heavier. The rapid wind and rainfall crashing the waves below onto the wooden posts and planks i stood on. I pulled out the picture of us and ran my thumb over our smiling faces.The best day of my life now nothing but a stabbing pain in my chest, wet stains tattooing into my cheeks,a dry discomfort in the back of my throat and a haunting memory I cant fuzz out no matter how much I drink or how many pills i take. I need to forget it all now. him, the girl, everyone. I can't take it anymore. Shuffling further forward to the edge of the dock staring down into the darkness of the water mesmerised by the crashing and tumbling motion of the water. Goodbye everyone, I hope you're happy