Writingforyou Stories

I love to write quick poems right when I'm feeling a strong emotion. They Call It Crush is just one of those poems out of many. My frustration seeps into the words and my want is evident; at least that's what I am trying to portray.

Talking was always easy, so was sharing. The hard part was finding someone who would listen, someone who would lend their ears even just for a little while. But no one cared, no one paid attention, no one was interested. Until talking became hard, it became a struggle, it became a burden. My loudest screams became silent and it was like my voice was taken away. This is why I write. This is the only way I can get these thoughts out of my head. This is the only way I could get to speak my mind out. | SPEAK YOUR MIND OUT | POEMS by blueEARPHONES

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This isn't a story. It's a message I never sent. About someone who never really left, not in my chest anyway. He said I made a difference in his life. He said I mattered. He told me not to be too hard on myself. Then he was gone. I didn't get to respond. So this is what I would've said.