drowning.
in my own river
pulling myself out just to jump back in.
rainbows appear after rain,
tears shed from the pain,
The light in the tunnel seems to have faded away.
Who's that in the mirror?
I’m losing control.
nothingness-
a vacant soul.
Help me I scream
wait-
No one can hear me,
continue the show.
These are supposed to be the years of young, wild, and free
but I feel my youth being stripped away from me.
Oh society, will you just let me be?
where did you go? I don't know her anymore.
- a reflection unknown.
About the Creator
berlin
How did the over-thinker get through life?
They would write out their thoughts.
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The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 days ago in Fiction
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