Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #internal-struggle Clear filter
#opussweeklychallenge I am completely and hopelessly addicted to this horrible substance. I want it all the time. I feel sick without it. I need it in order to function properly.
8:57 am. my dad and his girlfriend outside baking. wind chimes heard. my family is baking. perfect little life. I'm trapped in my bed. shaking. I thought it was a dream. but I woke up and saw it.
take it apart. reshape it. take the time. flaws. erase them. don't embrace them. just fucking erase them. erase me. she said its real. I think I feel it. I barely know her.
#household #banana I stare at the yellow thing in my hands and wince in disgust. I do not want to eat it. I cannot eat it. But I must.
I'm sorry. Really. I am. I know I can't go back and change what I did and what happened. But saying sorry is all I can afford right now. I didn't speak because I didn't know what to say.
I try to speak, but cannot. They look at me like I don't want to answer them. It's not like I don't want to speak, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out.
It's that feeling. I'm not quite sure how it happens. Like a flame being rekindled deep within, its spark starts up, just like the last time. A burning. I grasp out for it.
Divided we stand, your madness I cannot control, destroys the good to take over my soul. Destruction is your work of art, eating away my weary heart.
and I will shoot you down on the flood plains of my mind until you succumb to the waves. My finger quivers on the trigger of a gun that you have made.