Andraaknas

Promise me you’ll stay by my side.

Love: so sickening beautiful. I hate it...

I think....I think....I think....But is it reasonable?

For those who have lost their beloved to the ruthless vice of war.

I'm sitting here in a hospital bed with not a single flower or balloon or cheap stuffed bear in sight.

This story is for an english assignment, grade 11. I wrote this to try to avoid cliches and the normal narrative structure. It's a suicide not based around the reasoning why a person killed themselves

Happy? Maybe someday.

Does the love still lingers on after the heart has fallen out of love

A short poem about someone's slow fall into depression and death seen through an endless well.