This strange feeling insideIt's so hard to explainTurmoil and tormentMaking my head spinDespite my compassion and honestyTrying hard to make others feel good about themselvesI often retreat to my lonely pathetic world I live inWith a sense of shame and tears swelling from my eyesViolently wanting to throw upTo escape this sense of lonelinessSeeking comfort and friendship from othersYet bringing pain and hurt upon those I...
The silence is what I hear every dayUnbroken sounds of whispers being heard from a distanceVoices of those I long to hear, yet are always so far awayA sound, a smash, or even a hello from a stranger to make the pain go awayYet each day returns to the beginningLike a never ending circle of unforgiving torment
I wish someone could understand The burn, the urge, the pain, The feeling of being trapped in sand Or being caught in the ice cold rainLike its out of your controlWhen in fact it controls you You can try to set a goalBut it is the best you can doSometimes every day is a fightAnd you try not to surrender Other times you feel normal and right And life isn't so tenderI wish you could walk in my shoes For even just an hour To...
Fatima snapped her head up. The intense focus on her craft blurred her eyesight. With aching fingers, she flexed and shook out her wrists to prevent cramping and any of her knuckles from locking. She pulled off her headphones and heard nothing. She rose from the chair and double-checked that nothing she did so far would be undone. With a quick glance at the clock, she noted two hours had passed. The room was silent and s...
Fatima unlocked the door to her apartment complex, after having to catch two metro trains and a twenty-minute walk. She just wanted a hot shower and a good morning meal. She silently shut the door behind her and tiptoed to her room, peeking into each one to make sure the room was completely still. She snuck into her room, flopped onto her bed and pretended she was there the whole time.Five minutes later, the light flicked...
Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 1:15am Logan jolted awake, the boy next to her didn't even stir. She was sweating, but she was freezing cold despite being under a blanket with a warm body next to her. Tony's father sat in...
The bone chilling wind blew across the field into the barren city. Dense, dark clouds shrouded the sky above, threatening a heavy downpour. The only glimmer of light was from the misty orange hue of the solar powered street lamps, which illuminated the empty streets of the city’s outskirts. It was like a beacon of light seen from miles away. This beckoned to her from out of the wilderness that enveloped the world. The rai...
