I find myself in a haze each morning, struck with confusion and a distant memory out of reach. It’s a lonesome feeling with no real ideas attached, as I myself do not recall it’s origin, but yet it scares me. This unknown entity that consumes my mind as my consciousness blends from the darkness to the light. As my eyes open and see the sun, and my life begins to play again. The night scares me as it approaches, in anticipation of the sleep. When I know I will have to close me eyes to open them in fear. I’ve lived many nights in the world of dreams, worlds my mind has created for me to explore. I’ve lived many nights where my nights were not noteworthy, just blinking lights after the darkness calls. I lived each night quite normal like the last but each morning my mind fell deeper and deeper into a sense of something unfulfilled. I’ve lived many nights as this darkness grew deeper, as the nights of my free world became the lives of another. When I realized that I was dreaming, the fear in my wake died. I sleep each night and explore these worlds consciously created by others minds. I’d look deeper and deeper with each passing night, as that’s all that I knew I could do. I felt like a piece in puzzle under a couch, out of sight but important nonetheless. I was not the dreamer, I was the dream, and the person that is dreaming was looking for me. The fear I am so familiar with returned again, as my only friend. I’d run and run in the endless fields, waiting for the morning where I could be free. It’s an obsolete effort that was no use from the start as the dreamer can dream whatever he dreams about. My life was my own, and it was my freedom, but I had become the dream. The dreamer would dream of me in such ways that not even I was me. I thought this would be fun, that it could be nice. I thought the flowers of paradise were within my control. But my life was held delicately by the will of someone believing I was theirs. Their thoughts. Their toy. Their imagination. My world began to crumble as theirs came to an end. The light consumes the darkness, and those who play pretend. It appears that I have become a part of the darkness. When the dreamer wakes up, their dreams end.
I find myself crying at night About all of the things that I didn’t do right I think about how my life is okay But that because of my past it won’t be one day When I was young I made stupid decisions Ones that have me caught reminiscing I cry and I cry and I cry to the world To just let me have a new beginning
I’ve always been happy with my life to this day I got lots of friends and beautiful sun rays But what clenches me up inside Makes me want to restart or die I can’t explain who what or why But I’m just so fucking afraid that each night I cry
I cry to my mistakes For existing in the first place
I cry to my doings For putting my life in ruins
I cry to the world for the fear of everything I’ve ever lived going to shit and there’s nothing I or anyone can do other than all of it just ending.
I just want a do over A new beginning
One may not believe in fate Until maybe you are a bit late To set your path right again To see your future at the other end
Regret is but a common thought Wishing past things that were weren’t not Yet every bad memory Is a moment that had to be For all those moments they shape me
Sadness sorrow and distraught All thing we wish were not Regretting forgetting and rewinding All are things that are never ending
Every moment changes time For you a stranger and even I The smallest feather could kill a million It’s that which is hidden that could kill a trillion
Don’t focus on what is right and wrong As each single moment will soon be gone Either way it’s changed your life Just as life is with only but a knife
Regrets are normal and make sense But your life is fragile so therefore and hence... All those moments they shape me Everything is just as it is meant to be
It all started very calm and my intentions were humble. I had gone into the woods you see to pick some berries and maybe get some good photos of the wild life. It was mid-day and I was almost done when I lost my phone. Running around the woods trying find my phone I tripped and fell forward into some sticks. It was so painful and confusing, I realized I also had now lost my berries along with my camera. But at least there was one good thing, I had found my phone? I pushed my body off the ground and then suddenly the earth below me collapsed. Stuck in this pit full of branches I panicked fearing the day light dispersing, being lost and being stuck here with no supply. I’m not some wilderness explorer! I like nature photos and the food that it creates but that’s as much as I’ll take. As I wandered around this deep yet thin pit I looks in the shadows behind a branch and saw a tunnel, a very small tunnel, but somethings better than nothing, so I scraped my way through this narrow tunnel to not see a darkness but to see a glow. I fell out the end into a room of sorts, it had blueish blackish tones wallpaper along with some friggin creepy furniture. I stood still for a second and then it occurred to me, why the frick was a house attached to a tunnel in the woods. I decided to have a look around in this dark silent house. My feet made the floor below creek adding this paranoia to my thoughts. I already felt uneasy and on top of that I just heard another creek, and a loud one, but this time I wasn’t walking. I ran for a window in attempt to jump out, but as I did I felt odd. My body suddenly lost control of itself and I could feel my feet lift off the ground. I began screaming, I’ve never felt such a feeling in my life. It felt like I was being controlled, like I was stuck, yet it also felt sort of free, and un earthly as I was in the air. I then fell to the ground with a thud. With bruises on face I stood up and looked all around in shock and fear. I than saw my chance and leaped toward the window without a second thought, shattering the glass and fainting as I hit the ground on the outside. As I woke up I had remembered everything so clearly continued to run. Not a second later I heard shrieking and ear bursting noises shattering every window on this big dark house. But because me being the anxious girl I am I blacked out.
I awoke to birds chirping. I was in my bed at home, was that all a dream? I lifted the news paper and the heading read “screaming noises spotted in the woods”...
Melonie and kory walked on the cold wet concrete of the road towards their friend Fiona’s birthday party at a local restaurant. The clouds in the air dripped loudly against the ground to form a subtle noise drowning out the silence. The day was blue and gray setting the mood for distraught. Melonie grasped the handle and pulled the door open whilst kory peered in to lean back in fear. Her sister Melonie questioned her appearance only for kory to not respond. Melonie looked inside to feel the sensation of screaming in her mind as all that was visible on the cold tile floor of the restaurant was the dark red smears of blood dragged along. They were both as silent as the sky at night. All they wished was to run away but they knew that this wasn’t just any old crime scene, this had been their friends birthday party. They needed to make sure Fiona was alright, along with all the other guests.
Melonie slowly walked throw the blood puddles turning the bottom of her shoes red and wet. Kory couldn’t shake the feeling that walking into a room full of blood with no protection what so ever seemed a bit foolish. A clatter sounded in the kitchen and the sisters turned their heads to look. Kory whispered to hide as no matter the cause of the sound hiding would do good in this situation. They ducked under a dining table and kory peered her hand up to grasp for silverware to protect herself and Melonie. She stored the fork she grabbed in her pocket for when she’d need it. Muffled noises of a person came from the kitchen behind the door, they could have been guest of the party being held hostage Melonie exclaimed to Kory. They crouched and crawled towards the bar area to get a closer look and noticed a mans leg along with more blood spread over the walls of the kitchen. Melonie cried silently from the fear and anticipation of seeing the bodies of friends and full of courage, adrenaline, and terror she leaped up and creeped into the kitchen. Kory quietly yelled her name “Melonie!”, she couldn’t stand this, her sister just walked straight into the room of an assumed murderer!
Screams, screams of Melonie filled the room, and city. Was she dead?! Kory knew that if Melonie was dead or not it didn’t matter wether she walk in there too. If Melonie was alive, kory could save her. If Melonie was dead, dying after her wouldn’t be so hard. So she ran in prepared to attack.
The man was using a steak knife to cut lines all over Melonie! At this sight Kory screamed and fell faint, but stood tall. There’s no backing out now. The man stepped up from Melonie as she was unconscious and threw kory towards the wall, and held her there. He reached with his other hand for the knife and (look in comments)...
(WARNING: this story contains some depressing matters that may touch at reality. Also I wrote this in the perspective of a made up character so don’t worry about me k?)
Love, am I right? That cruel taste of happiness the universe decided to tease you with. When you’ve never had it your okay, when you are in it your happy, and when it’s gone your nothing. My taste of love, my happiness, all came from one man, his name was Percy. I was doing fine without him but then he showed up and made me trip over myself at the sight of him. Then the next thing ya know your dancing together, and you realize that the sparkle in which you saw in him, he saw as well in you. I loved him, I’d do anything for him. He loved me... or at least I thought he did. I could swear that was love, I could swear every moment I looked at him and he looked back that he glowed within as I did. But now everything I’ve lived for has been a lie. I can’t bear another second thinking about how my happiness left with him and now all I am is alone and always will be because... because I have no future, not without him. Even if he didn’t love me, I still loved him and I think I still do. I can’t love him, I mustn’t, but I do! I’ve wished that our last moments of breath could be taken together after a life of true love next to him. But if there’s no point in waiting through our happy ending. And my last moment with him is gone, what’s the point? In waiting?
If your reading this, your one of my close and few amount of friends. And I need you to know not to worry as what’s about to happen in this story has already happened so you can’t prevent it. I need you to know you couldn’t have helped as I was already to far gone. I need you to know that you couldn’t have changed my life around me to the extent that I’d feel the way I did before. I need you to know, as I’m writing this, I am currently in my living room next to a bottle, a bottle of pills. And for every minute it takes to write this, I swallow another pill. And in a few moments I’ll be gone. So goodbye. Goodbye to all of my friends. Goodbye to Percy. Goodbye to love and happiness... Goodbye.
