Andraaknas

Something I wrote a long time ago.

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

The follow up to a poem I did a while ago called "Youth".

Society's influence has created a certain idea of what love is supposed to be. That if it's the right person, then love will come easy. The thought makes me laugh if I'm honest.

Happy? Maybe someday.

If you are looking for someone to understand...