r e i n a c t
Often
When
I
Close
My
Eyes
I
Replay,
Reinact
My
Own
Death.
I
Look
At
Everyone's
Remorseful
Faces.
I
Want
To
Yell
In
Their
Faces.
Scream:
'I
Told
You
So.'
'You're
Too
Late
Now,
I'm
Never
Coming
Back.'
'Don't
Bother
Apologising.
I
Won't
Be
There
To
Forgive
You,
Remember?'
Despite
The
Selfishness.
Sometimes
Guilt
Subsides
When
There
Is
Too
Much
Hate.
YOU ARE READING
Girl Underwater
Teen Fiction~Deeply swallowed into the wrath of guilt, the tidal waves of pain. Waves that slowly sip you in. Gulping each detail, each emotion. Everything you've ever thought that weighed you down drowns you now.~