Her thoughts in words

Tag: writing

  • My best friend

    My best friend and I were like two peas in a pod.Like Harry and Ron, like Archie and Jug.We barely ever got along but life was good.I see now that I was ungrateful when I had a friend like her. Now life has pushed us apart,She’s going her way, I’ve gone mineAnd I reminisce on…

  • Alone

    It’s weird how you can feel alone,When you’re surrounded by people at work and at home.You start to wonder if you’re the problem,If something is wrong with you,Or maybe that’s just the way you’re wired. It isn’t the same as it used to be,Before the big decision.I used to have so many friends,My phone dinging…

  • To be enough

    What does it really feel like,To be enough?To feel happy in my own shoes,And not wondering about my own self worth. Everyday I question my actions,Replaying every scenario in my head,Wishing I hadn’t done this or that,Wishing I could have been better. People don’t make it any better,Stepping on me to get what they want.They…

  • How I feel

    Everyone else seems to be doing alright. Why cant I just be fine? Why am I so hurt and angry all the time? Why do I care? Tina shrugged it off just fine. I used to think I was being over dramatic, Making a mountain out of a molehill, But someone out there heard me…

  • Expectations: A short story

    Tayo sat beside me on the bench as I cried into my hands. I could tell he felt really bad but was unsettled by my outburst. When he reached out and wrapped his arms around me I was supposed to feel better. That little tingle go was supposed to flow through my veins at light…

  • Drowning

    The water is coldThings don’t seem to be getting betterStorm clouds hovering a hint of what is to come.My legs are getting tired, My lungs filled with ice.The urge to give up overwhelms me, and I’m afraid it’ll soon swallow me whole “You aren’t reading enough”“You’re too slow, too weak”These are the words that suffocate…

  • Nostalgia

    https://pin.it/3jefy0c The past really is in the past.It’s gone for good,Never to be encountered again.No prayer or plea will ever be able to bring it back.My eyes sting with tears as I realize that the memories are all still intact. I want to go back,But I can’t.And it hurts cause I know I can’t.I made…

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