What's The Use?
I stand upon the edge of knowing, The possibilities are vast and wide, But how can I carry on, Without you at my side.
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I stand upon the edge of knowing, The possibilities are vast and wide, But how can I carry on, Without you at my side.
As I fall There's no one there to catch me. As I breathe The air seems cold and stale. As I blink I feel I've missed something. As I listen All I hear is defending silence.
Jack, and Jill Went up the Hill To fetch a pail of Water What they found Instead, When they lay there In bed, Was a world full of Slaughter 'You wanna go Out?' I asked my Jill and Jill said, 'I don't...
She hugged her knees as she sat slumped under the christmas tree, Ed Sheeran's "Give Me love" playing softly in the background. She hoped for someone to show up.
"No!" Tears welled in my eyes and spilled over. Mum just hugged me as I watched the news. "Sadly, Chelsea summers didnt come out of her coma.
If it be true that soon it will all end. I thank you for allowing me to be your friend. Yes I've had some feelings, and yes I wish I could hold your hand.
White lines for sadness and sorrow. Blue pills for never ending joy. No one ever gives a shit. If you're a man or boy. Always the money. It's all for the wealth. You can sniff it or shoot it.
#adventchallenge. #acorns. Here I stand upon the sand. Holding my guardian angel's hand. I don't know her name but I'm sure she knows mine. And I'm glad she's come down here for a time.
When someone dies,. Someone near,. Theres a pain in your heart,. That makes you spare a tear,. It can be an end or,. A new start,. That time you have to part,. With someone,.
Drips of rain rolling down the glass window, racing towards the bottom of the window pane. I chew on the end of my sleeve nervously as I watch.
The frosted grass cracked underfoot As winter took a hold on night The chilled air gave a heavy groan As shadows danced in the moonlight You took my hand and I took yours Walking slowly, glove in...
Twenty flowers pulled up. Ripped out. Cruelly plucked. A garden less beautiful. Just dirt where they stood. Twenty fires put out. Smothered. Stamped to the ground. The world a little darker.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I don't. Because I will, because I won't.
I couldn't seem to get her soft voice out of my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for her voice to stop ringing in my ears, but her voice just became clearer.
Around this time of year; December. I often miss the little girl who'd wake up at 5 in the morning. Quietly tip-toeing towards the living area. Trying to see if Santa has came yet.
It's funny sometimes. The things we can't bring ourselves to say. And you only realize later. When you tell yourself it wasn't supposed to be this way. When you lose something so special.
away from here. where it's warm. so warm that your skin sticks. sticks to everything. stick together. my mom told me and my sister. watch out for her. she's too young for this. this alone. I left.
Dear Santa I'm writing you this letter as I'm feeling a little blue, so I hope you don't think I am asking too much of you.
I hope your happy and in a place we could never be. I pray you found what your looking for, somewhere that we could never see.
We stood by your bed side, We thought you would make it through the night, But your body was going through a battle, The cancer was winning the fight.
#purple #colourchallenge My car flipped over, Mangled on the highway, Left the wonderful world, On that hot summer's day.
When you were here. Back at the start. You held me near. And you had my heart. When cold you'd be my heater. You'd just hate my toes. You'd always warm me. And with your lips you'd warm my nose.
Leanne, when I found out you was ill I buried my feelings in the sand. I brushed off the feelings of others. I blocked it all out. Kept positive, braved each day.
She lies inside her coffin: A case of ice and glass, With legs of smoothest ivory, And handles carved of brass.