Red Spot In The Snow
A single red spot in the snow I can see down below When I look from my window up here on the 23rd floor.
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A single red spot in the snow I can see down below When I look from my window up here on the 23rd floor.
You seem to know. All the right words to say. Make me feel human once more. As if I belong. But I know it is fake. That you don't mean the words you say. How could you. After all I don't deserve it.
We've all got scars, across our backs, our chest Wounds can't be magic'd away, It's hard to tell how deep you cut Or for how long the knife will stay.
Nothing Never Why should there ever be. Why should I trust anyone besides myself and me. Nothing Never Friendship is all lies A manipulation seen through some desperate eyes.
She cried, Silent tears tumbling, She signed, And fell asleep mumbling, He was gone, Just like the others, Not 'the one' she curled up alone under the covers, He cheated, Used her as is she was...
Normally, if I tell myself to stop crying, I can. But right now…right now I can't stop myself. My throat's constricted and tears keep rolling down my face by the bucket load. I'm dead inside.
The Emptiness 9) Part 9- In Her Tomb By The Sounding Sea Will you wait for me. Run away with me. We can go anywhere you want to be, out to sea. Just me and my Annabelle Lee...
Seal it. Stick a pin in, Freeze the tears for a rainy day. Post-it notes and worn fridge magnets, Hold your memories, boxed up fragments, Of reality's fights and foreplay.
Lily: I can't forget the incident until now. Sara's still in the hospital because of me. If it wouldn't be me making a mess with my life, she wouldn't have go and had that operation.
This is a random extract from a novel I've been writing - please be gentle with me - its my baby :) That night Lucy dreamed of what she could only describe as heaven.
There is no existence left. I no longer belong.
Once upon a screwed up life, Drugs, abuse, And bloody knifes. Once upon a midnight fair, Moon aglow, It's skin so fair. Once upon a lovers kiss, A meeting, midnight A mornings bliss.
Chapter 3 It was strange how they fed my mum through a tube and if you closed your eyes whilst holding her hand you could feel faint movements. I cried an wiped by wet nose on a snotty tissue.
Chapter 58 I turned slowly around to face John. He was wearing sunglasses and his blond hair was even blonder in the sunlight. " I knew you two would be here. What a surprise. I want ice cream too".
My back against your grave My eyes scanning the stars My feet tapping to nothing much My fingers tracing my scars.
The first time I got drunk, you were there with me. You asked me if you can sat beside me, and I say, sure, go ahead. I pat you. We laughed. We kissed. We made love.
Please remember me I need you to know about how I feel and about what I feel. Even I don't know what I feel but it's something. Please please please stop this. Stop all of it for the sake of everyone.
Its the morning after the party but kitten has had a fall. A nasty fight with one of her mates turning out he's not one at all... Kitten as sat with tear's stinging her eyes as morning starts to rise.
A years worth of tears splashed down my bright red cheeks. I rested my violets by the gravestone, with my attached message: Dear Sis, I love you. I always have.
Lay her body down. My love so beautiful that even death cries for her its sickly stain keeping the decay away. Tears fall from the sky as my soul pours from the mirror of our emotion. Can you feel it.
My love is on the broken wings of a fallen angel. Her tears dropping on the soft ground as flowers blossom beside her though not to cheer her up, but to take joy in her misery.
Chapt 10, part 1, Martha's POV 'She needs me!' I yell, shrugging the nurses arm of my shoulder. 'You must go rest. You will get me into trouble!' Do I care. No. I needed to see Lily.
Chapter 8 I touch my face and realise it's wet. I've been crying. I quickly look around making sure Matt isn't here. "he talked to you. Didn't he. I quickly turned around to the source of the noise.
My body aches, Battered and bruised From the good times we had And what we used; Alcohol and food And simple fun Playing games With you And our son.