I stood in the corner of the rooms, hiding from every judgmental stare. My eyes search the crowded room, hoping to find the blue eyes that blend in with most. But to me, they are the only things I look forward to each day. The only things that get me out of bed each morning.
And there they are, hiding in another corner. Just like me. He understands me.
I give him a smile, hoping he would notice.
And he does.
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Short Story{Highest Rank: #891 in Poetry and #75 in Suicidal} "Why weren't you there when I needed you?" My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet. "Because we aren't meant t...
