I wish I still had a reason for living. That somehow, everything would fall back into place with the click of a finger, or I would wake up and everything would be a dream.1
Turning back the pages of my story, there's so much I needed to learn. But once I learned it, I realised it was too late. The flesh had been cut, the blood had been spilt, and although new blood is created, it can't replace, or make me forget.2
I ask myself where it all went wrong, yet I can never point my finger to it. All my memories seem to be the one triggering thing, yet when I find that memory, another stirs in its sleep, and pounces.3
It never changes. That's the one reason I think every shred of hope in my body has collapsed. Every single time I thought that something good could happen, and that I'd be released from all the pain, another force hits me in the face, and I fall back down again.4
Except this time, I'm not going to get up.5
I've had enough.6
Author notes
I don't know what this was about, it's like a short story sort of thing, more description but I put it in stories because that's what it is. Lines describing the story, the journey of pain, and the inability to move on when everything you love is gone.
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Very good
Wow.. this is so amazing.. I really liked this write.. I'mn ot sure really what it would be classified as either.. a short story.. or perhaps a journal entry.. This is really good.. i can relate to it in many ways just like the rest of your work so far.. You did a good job on this.. and I know how it feels.. when everythign is jsut.. gone.. and you don't want to get back up, but you really should.. Something good is bound to come eventually, right? I can't promise you.. but if you make it happen, I'm sure it will
I think you should just trust in yourself.. that YOU can make everything ok And then things shall take a better turn for you
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