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To Write Love on Her Arms(cont.)

Its like…every good and kind thing you do is point less.And no matter how hard you try…happiness escapes you.Like your destined to fail.Like being put in a maze that has no start and no finish.Just dead ends

You can do anything about that pain in your chest.You know,the pain that replaces your heart.

Not so much as replaces it…kind of take it over…till…rage and anger and hate..is all you feel.

I know what thats like.You just wanna kill something.You want someone else to feel what you feel.Its funny how we blame others for our suffering.

Its like we know its our problem…our fault.Yet we blame other people and God and stuff.Mabye it makes us feel better…or mabye we really beleave it.

That is their fault.

Have you ever been “in love”?Its so stupid.I mean you give all your time and energy and life to this person and the piss on it.

I was “in love” once.I was a apart of that.She was just like the others.Hot and sexy and thats all she was.I praised her…like she was a goddess.

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