Lies
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We all tell lies, small or big. Some break your heart at the sight you see, the things you read, or here. You will spend countless hours thinking about what you possibly did wrong. The messed up thing is the person that lied will write a story and completely make themselves the victim. They lie about who they are or "catfish" to put it in simpler terms. Then proceed to make the person they lied to seem like the bad person. They leave you with no one, they leave you unwanted. They break your heart and you cry. You hurt more than you ever had before, and they won't care. You are left completely broken, picking up glass pieces and with each piece cutting yourself more. They ruin everything that you have worked for relationship wise. All you wanna do is rip your hair out, and cry. Then all of a sudden its like you can't produce the tears, everything just sucks. You have to watch them love someone else, which is one of the hardest things to do. You are constantly finding things to distract you because its dangerous to be alone with your thoughts. You're broken, damaged goods, and who likes damaged goods? Not most people, not unless they can fix you, then they sell you again, in even worse condition. They make you feel worthless, useless, ugly, disgusting, all of the bad things you can possibly feel, and you have to pretend that you aren't hurt because the second someone asks if your okay, that its over. You'll start to cry endless tears, and they won't know what to do, so its best to just pretend. Deep down, you see the broken in everyone, and you can't help but wonder what they did to get the misery they got. Its the beginning of late nights, the beginning of panic attacks, the start of finding yourself not doing anything because you just don't have the energy. Just done....
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. &quot;Your tattoos are beautiful,&quot; she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. &quot;I'm going to take a shower,&quot; I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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