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They stare at me, those empty beds, but then I can't bare to look back; instead, content In mind to gaze away, averting sore, Salt-ruddy orbs, I'm ignoring the pain: The lance-like thrust invading my...
Stuck inside, curtains closed, Light filters in on your face.
They say time is a great healer But I can't agree I was one of the lucky ones Or am I, I can no longer see Blinded by an artillery blast But at least I made it out alive I lock away those memories I...
She said it was entirely my fault. I don’t see how do you. I guess you probably wouldn’t say even if you could. She said if it wasn’t for me it wouldn’t have happened at all. No sympathy at all.
#TheOpussDead The worlds dead to me. I float about the empty house. I'm going to kill myself soon. My parents are dead, lying in the living room with glazed eyes.
This is a few paragraph's from a medium length story that I feel like writing. The streets were overflowing with litter. ' Why did I come back?'I thought as I walked down the small narrow street.
She was my age. She drove my car. Same model, make and colour. On the bridge. She was hit. Her car spinning off into the river. It could have been me. I planned to jump. My hesitation cost her life.
I sank to my knees in the damp earth, let the heavy rain soak through to my skin. My hands clutched tightly a little bouquet of forget-me-nots; the colour of his eyes.
I lie in bed, as I have for the past two days. Ever since the news arrived. Sleep brings nothing but nightmares, and reality offers no refuge. I lie in bed, semi-concious.