

GodI used to think God hated me.God
Now, I think he has big plans for me.
I still hate living


BrokenI leave a trail of broken souls behind me as I walk. Bruised lines already forming where I repeatedly snapped their spines. Only to dispose of them unceremoniously onto the ground. Already locating the next victim, something to crush between a finger and a thumb. My sacrifices to the Gods of monotony.Broken


AddictionYou're addicted. First, to the relief, the release. Next, to the attention, sympathy and care. Then, to the pain, adrenaline and rush. Lastly, to the selfdestruction. The hatred. The illness.Addiction


Dreams'Sometimes,' she whispers, 'I wake with no breath in my throat and I choke on my dreams.' I cringe, not wanting to know more. 'Sometimes, I wake up screaming with a fallen heart and fingernails broken for trying to hold on.' I have to stop her. I can't know the images she's seen. The images I couldn't protect her from. 'Yeah, well sometimes I wake up with cum in my shorts, after dreaming of you.' And it's not adequate and I know it. And as I pull her closer, trying to hold her so her tears can't fall and her dreams can't hurt her, I know that she knows, that I know. 'Most times,' she murmers, 'I wish I didn't wake up.'Dreams
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Dont say I'm the one you want to lose
Time goes on but we dont have to
Dont tell me I have to go
Dont tell me I'm the one
You used to love
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pain is the only reality
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