You were called a lot of things
A heartless bitch, a cold woman,
A toxic person, a troubled student,
A worthless classmate, a selfish daughter.
Your heart must be made of stone, so hard that even your face doesn't show emotions.
You were called a lot of things,
A lame cousin, a lazy child,
A sick kid that wanted to live in the hospital.
A kid that every other week wanted to visit a doctor.
You must be looking for attention, well, I am not but you don't want to know about that.
The days that you are craving to have sunshine had passed.
And now you are used to living in the dark.
With thoughts in chaos, it's difficult to see the light.
The memories keep crashing the little sprout that is thriving in your life.
Will this go? This dark, empty feeling of fear and rejection,
Of sadness and loneliness and pain and suffering from that past that is too much to bear.
And I think it is unfair to see those who cause me pain are having a life.
They are the ones who should be crying every night.
And it is also unfair to hear "Maybe you don't pray."
Maybe you don't give back. Maybe because you are
A heartless bitch, a cold woman,
A toxic person, a troubled student,
A worthless classmate, a selfish daughter.
Your heart must be made of stone, so hard that even your face doesn't show emotions.
And the cycle goes on and on and on, and that is what we called depression.
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Midnight Thoughts (Short Stories Collection)
Short StoryThis is a collection of short stories that randomly floating in my mind. It's either I heard a story and wrote it, read the plot somewhere else and give my own version or just a product of my imagination.
