You were like a rainbow that came after my rained-on year. But somehow I missed out on that pot of gold that was supposed to be waiting for me at the end. My long sleeves hide the pain on my arms. The horizontal crusted over lines of my bleeding heart, feel like bumps of braille on my wrists, but as I trace my fingers on them, I don't understand what they seem to be saying. I want to feel anything else but loneliness. To feel anything different than abandonment. To feel like these walls aren't caving in on me so I can breathe. To still be seen as acceptable enough to walk the halls of my own school. I don't foresee that ever happening while I'm alive. One last time is all I'm asking to feel a spark of joy. At least just temporarily, is all I need to push through this inflexible and impenetrable wall my mind has created. Is this still just about them anymore, or is it just me? It can't be. I didn't feel this anxiety before I saw their face. It's still too hard to believe the person I used to be. I didn't even think about a hopeless ending before I glanced at their misleading eyes.
I owe it all to you.
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I Owe it All to You
Short StoryI don't really understand it. How they just pass me by like water in a river. I don't understand how they now are able to overlook me like a small fish in a vast sea. They have changed since the last I saw them.
