The only reason I choose to stay alive is so my family doesn’t live with the devastation of my suicide. My pain is not more than the life long pain they would live with.
A few short stories in relation to today’s daily prompt. Somewhere hidden within the text is a sense of something being gone or lost. I find that the word gone itself is very empty with little to offer in terms of emotion.
The Wi-Fi was fine and good
It was I who had no connections left
“You really mean the world to be my darling!”
This was the birthday text that was sent.
Blue ticks. It’s been read. No reply.
The heart sank. I understood, someone else has taken the place.
Somewhere between yesterday’s shadow and
Somewhere between tomorrow’s insecurities
We end up ruining today’s happiness.
Sooner or later,
We all come to realise that being a
Child was the best thing ever.
“Can you live without him?” her friend asked.
“No, but I would rather let him fly than break his wings.”
They both cried endlessly.
One had to forget and move on,
The other regretted letting go.
Somewhere between parents expectations and society’s interference, dreams died.
Take me back in time when people and emotions were real.
Take me to my childhood….
Somewhere between “I want to grow up” and
“I want to be a child again”, Life happened.