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‼️‼️PLEASE READ AND GIVE FEEDBACK!!!A way of expressing how I feel- Tears Begin to Well…
8 months ago · 4 · Stressed, +7
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Tears begin to well. In your best friend, your boyfriend, your mom, your dad, your brother, your second period english teacher, your school friends. Your best friend; she was driving her car when she got the news, now her eyes well, her vision is blurry, and she can’t help but go above the speed limit, wishing it was her. Your boyfriend, he was about to give you flowers for your anniversary, they will lay on his desk and wilt away over the next few weeks as he grieves. Your mother, the one who loved you from the beginning, can’t believe her baby is dead. She is always trying to find a way to make it seem like you’re still here. She packs your lunches everyday, cleans your room, even buys you new clothes for the seasons. She sleeps with your cheetah print blanket that you used to sleep with every night. Your father; the man you got you exquisite music taste from, can’t help but push his feelings away one bottle of bourbon at a time. He tries to learn the guitar, the instrument you’ve always wanted to perfect but never had the time to. He will sit by your grave and play the songs you listened together to. Your brother, the confusing one, the one who took so much away from you is falling apart. He will always have a suspicion in the back of his mind that it was because of him, but never has the guts to tell anyone. Your second period english teacher, the one that made you want to go to school everyday, the one that made you want to learn something new, tells all of her classes who you were and how proud she was of you. Your mild acquaintances, they sit in silence at their lunch tables, as they never would have expected this. Some cry, some are in shock, some don’t care, but the ones that do they entrance themselves in the memories they had of you. Hoping to keep your spirit well lived, they come up with fond memories to share with others. Yourself, before this, would scald her hands under hot water, tears rolling down her face as the intense pressure is relieved but pain persists. No one knew when you would cut yourself daily, red spilling out of your arms. The secret trips to the bathroom, barely pulling yourself together. The staring contests with the pills in the cabinet. How your under eyes would darken with the passing of time, and your clothes would stretch out, almost swallowing you. The radiance that once was apart of you was not to be found as a dullness took over. Watching people pass by your own grave sucks, wishing each and every second I could feel the warm embrace of a hug, or someone playing with my hair. Tears begin to well as I sit in sorrow while time passes me by.
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this has just hit me in ways I have no words to describe atm. 🌹**hugs**😭
ReplyBeautifully written 🌹
Replygoddamn this hurts because instead of me this was literally a good friend of mine.
Rip Maverick 🕊
ReplyI like how it's from the prospective of the remorseful ghost. Are your attention to convey remorse and the effect of such a decision?
I think it's realistically written, and strongly shows the indiduality of the people of the subject's life.
Outside of spacing, I can't see anything that could be changed.
Also, I am an artist myself, I get venting through dark stuff. However, I think you handle this tastefully. I hope you have a bright future and lots of support and love.
Take care.
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