I’ve read over the comments on The Ignored, The Weak, The Dead, and I realize that it may have not been the best story, but then I recall–darn I missed some many things, I went straight for the pain, I did’t realize where it began–so this is where I’ll start–again…
Author: SaD_LiFe
Angering the little one
That night everything went so wrong… (If I finish the story on here *since it’s really a book I’m working on* you’ll understand the title)
Poems I wrote…
Soft whispers at night, Memories of sweet things begin, To taste bitter and bite. Everything you thought you had, Gone, lost forever,
(The Beginning Part 1) True Happiness, not yet… (part 2)
(part1) I walked out of my room rubbing my eyes and I let out a yawn as I stretched to the celing above me. I looked in the room behind me and saw a beautiful sight.
The Beginning (part 1)
Your comments on my first story inspired me to write another. I found out that MOST people like happy endings, lemme tell you, I’m sick and tired of bullshit “they lived happily ever after”.
Pain
Why do I feel this pain and suffering all the time, It never gets out of my mind. I start to get dizzy and I want to fall out, Everyone just seems to scream and pout.
The Ignored, the weak, the dead…
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you dyke bitch?!?” Were my mom’s first words to me when I told her that I was lesbian. After those words I was sent upstairs with a hand print on my face.