Days Stories

Through the valleyUp the mountainOver the hillsStars shine brightA new moon very lowRomance  and joyFull of lifeShorter winter daysAutumn sunny and hotThe falling of leavesMisty early morningFeeling the coldBitter FrostThe sun in goldBrilliant colorsThe sunset glowsSpring begins, and winter  is no moreI have seen deathAnd it has seemed to meHush awakeningsI shall be no more 

My days seem to mesh together. Nothing changes, nothing gets better. It's a continuous fight, a fight to renew our once but forgotten love. How could it slip away? How could we let it go? You were my absolute. You were my home..

Friday "I want you out of this house." Silence as I pack. "You're better off dead than doing what you're doing! You know that!? You're better off fucking dead!" I continue to pack...shirt sleeves (it's October), hoodies, Deodorant.... "That's what these drugs will do to you...they're going to fucking kill you, slowly and painfully. You're better off fucking dead!" Maybe I am...I don't know. I continue to pack: Xbox games,...