I Wondered

“You never realize the worth of something until you don’t lose it”

I wondered,

as I sat across her grave.

What is life, without death

What is love, without hatred

I wondered,

and wondered and wondered.

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Abusive Love

I am in love,
but my heart is afraid.
I am in love,
but I have been betrayed.

Every moment,
I break down because it’s just too much
for me to handle anymore.

This pain
is holding me hostage.
This fear
has made me exhausted.

I try to scream my lungs out,
but it seems as though no one can hear me
in my silent house.

Family [Short Story (1/2)]

I stand at the entrance of this lonely house as the sinister silence haunts my soul. I see my children laughing, playing and running towards me but they disappear the moment I try to come close to them and stop them from falling. My heart starts pounding loudly and my eyes get filled with worry as I search the house, and turn it upside down, but my children are nowhere to be seen. I hear the sound of my wife calling me out from the backyard and I run to look for her, but when I reach the backyard there is not a soul to be seen. “This can’t be happening. First my children and now my wife too?” I think to myself. I can’t do this anymore, I just can’t. I just hate myself for not being there for them when they needed me and now, it’s just too late… they are all gone.

Just Another Girl

Love is a joke, it is a game
A game I’ve lost over and over again.

I was afraid,
to love you and to ever trust you.
I was afraid,
thinking that you would dissemble me just like the rest.

But, I fell in love with you
thought that our love was sempiternal.

I was a fool,
to think you were the one.
I was a fool,
because you were just like the rest.

All I would do, was sit and brood
wondering what went wrong.

Suicide

“Suicide. The word caught your attention, didn’t it? The truth is suicide catches everyone’s attention. It’s the actions leading to suicide that go unnoticed.”

Good evening everyone! Hope you’re all having a great day. Today I’m going to be writing about Suicide. Suicide is cowardly, but what’s more cowardly is treating people so badly that they want to end their lives.

Having a rough day? Just place your hand over your heart, can you feel it? That’s called purpose. You are alive for a reason so don’t ever give up. Everything will be OK in the end, if its not OK then its not the end.

What Happened To US?

You Are Not ALONE

His mother’s an alcoholic,

her father’s abusive.

His sister overdosed,

her brother suicided.

His aunt is a criminal,

her uncle is a heavy smoker.

She’s been discriminated on her gender,

he’s been fired because of his race.

Together we are united by our differences,

you are not ALONE.

-Z