MorningandSunandmoon

        There I was, in the moment of taking the most giant dump of my life onto the hardwood floor. Everything was going well, nobody in sight to interrupt me in my zone. It was the perfect place and time to finally settle down my little bum and let it all roll out. Drop by drop it slipped out into a little cute pile, it’s the the exact shape of the poop face emoji. But, the little pile would not be the exact thing compared to the overused emoji. It would only be sitting there and being wait to be picked up by my human. For them, they were my personal servant for everything. Feed, bathing, picking up my stinky secret piles; either insi

        There he was, confused and divided from what he once was. Everything he worked for and gained, gone and left to be rotten at the bottom of hell. The lifeless love he never got soon to get worse and turned into hatred and revenge within his already crippled and barely thriving heart. Betray and anger was the only thing that filled his mind. Killing was his direct instinct, when it came to his targets and when someone got in the way of his work. Turned and tossed, abused to his own will and wondering if he would ever see the light of day again. Waiting, ever so slowly with the sharp knife of time piercing his skin and with days, months

I've seen this line before. It crosses over to the other side. I never thought I could come so far to it. I thought I could always could stay headstrong. I've always tried my hardest on not getting caught up in a net of sadness. I always tried to keep myself strong. Sometimes I did let go and fall down. Yet, I always would climb back to the place where was. Sometimes I can't handle life. I just want to hide in a little comfort ball. I never wanted help with my problems. I always want to help myself. I don't want you to worry about me. I still can't believe I'm here. At the line. I'm at the end. Ready to cross it.

I started running. I never can look back. I promised to stay. Yet, I always keep running away. I don't want to deal with these issues. I'm scared to mess up. I don't want to fight anymore. I don't want to give up. My heart is already broken. I'm only a shell of a bleeding soul. I'm hurting, more then you think. Please, don't come looking for me. It's already over.