Rose Hatter

i was standing on the cold floor
          it was six am in the morning 
          i stared from where i was standing 
          the phone continued to ring 
          I moved slowly towards the phone and gently pick it up
          "hello" i said
          there was no voice 
          "hello" i said again
          the phone dropped
          i slowly lowered the phone and put it back down 
          i slowly started walking upstairs to my room.
          as i stepped on the second stair the phone rang again
          i turned around and stared to the phone as it rang 
          then i slowly walked back and picked up the phone again but this time i chose to be quiet
          i held the phone to my ear until i do not hear something.
          A heavy manly voice said "are you there"
          i hesitated in replying "ye--yes---yes"
          the voice laughed 
          my heart trembled in fear as i herd the laugh 
          "who are yo--you?" i asked 
          "I'm your Ex-Boyfriend and I'm here in your house" the voice said
          i closed the pone and quickly ran outside 
          as i ran my foot tripped in the entrance and i fell on the ground of the verandah
          i looked up and i saw Black shoes..
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she asked how it was to fall in love with him
          i laughed and then replied "love? its beyond that when your with him. when we looked into each others eyes nothing else mattered. when i would embrace him i would feel safer than ever, i could accept him in any form."
          Then why'd you leave him she asked
          "He deserved better" i smiled and replied
          Do you still love him?
          "more than ever"
          thats what defined our love

It felt as if something had reached in, tore my heart from my chest, threw it on the ground stepped on it then put it back. The pain was so deep, so agonizing, so intense, My heart was mangled beyond recognition, My mind numb, racing in circles, unable to make sense of what was happening...was this real...it couldn't be real, wake up, wake up...
          I was not sure I could use my heart again. I was not sure it could heal. I was not sure I could live...I was awake, living, but slowly, emotionally and mentally dying..."

"I feel no wisp of relief, as my mind drifts further into the abyss of sorrow. Hopelessly I ponder these afflictions, only reaffirming the hell I now wander. Any hope for relief is thwarted by the agony and sadness that haunts me.I feel no wisp of relief, as my mind drifts further into the abyss of sorrow. Hopelessly I ponder these afflictions, only reaffirming the hell I now wander. Any hope for relief is thwarted by the agony and sadness that haunts me."
          description of sadness

"the guy was dead. 
          i knew it when i had pulled the trigger but i checked anyway, my head felt heavy 
          it seemed as if i had completely lost control over my self 
          a voice inside spoke to me you've done the wrong thing.
          i screamed and then cleaned my pistol and put it in his hands 
          i had done a crime!  something i had done several times but this time i felt really bad. 
          then the door slowly opened a voice said 
          "Dad?"
          i ran and hid behind the curtains
          i herd foot steps coming to the lounge
          "dad? wake up!" the voice cried 
          i managed to peek from the curtain. There was a beautiful girl with black hair sitting on the ground next to her father who i had murdered and she was crying. 
          she was dressed up in her office suit with a low bun.
          that instant it shook me. i finally knew what i had to do with my life but the guilt still remained...."

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