I sighed some running my hands back through my hair, holding back tears. I can't take the insults. The arguments. The lying. I inhaled sharply rocking back and forth chanting to myself not to cry. Make up streamed down my face as I failed to do so. It wasn't just the specifics. It was the general idea that I was becoming a person I didn't want too. I'm being told I can change if I want too, but i'm too far in and I know it. My ankles have been chained by this monster, and there are screams from beyond the shadows. Blood has puddled around me. I'm thrashing myself around. I look down. My scars were the old wounds they used to be, the blood str
Tears filled my eyes. A weird warmth consumed my heart, grasped it and clenched as I saw her again. Just seeing her in front of me made it hard to breathe. It had been so long since her gentle personality came back, and I just laid my head on her chest, and listened to the steady sound of her heart which I knew too well. From the moment I was in her womb, and when she protected me and now, 16 years later I was hearing it again. I felt her hand stroke my hair, I inhaled softly trying not to make it obvious that I was crying. I just wrapped my hands around her and tried to make the best of this moment. To me it was special, but to her it was ju
I assumed it would be like every other day. The sun was out, glaring down on everyone. The grass as green as the trees after an April Shower, only it was March. Finding you in my life made me satisfied, but knowing we had the same feelings for each other made me joyous. I like that we aren't that nervous couple where thing's get awkward. We've both known each other for so long,that the awkwardness just can be made into something we can laugh at. Our fingers slide between each empty space and we gaze into each other's eyes. "I love you." "I love you too." My heart was racing just knowing we were alone and the moment had finally come. "No you d
I can hear the doors slam. My brother calls, and I urge myself to answer. Social Anxiety, Stress, Depression, Anger, Betrayal. They all dance on my shoulders until my bones shatter and you could hear it split. You could listen to the boiling of my brain as the rest of my cartilage strips down to my ankles and everything suddenly collapses into the casket that i'll forever lay in. Eventually, the casket will become old and as more weight is placed over my grave, it'll just all come together & smash the evidence of a once silent girl. Who turned from the world and was treated poorly for the sake of other's enjoyment. I've said my goodbyes. I've