PichuLove22

I don’t know how to feel one minute you are there and the next you disappear. This back and forth. Do you feel this too? Maybe you’ll never know, maybe you already do. I’m trapped here. Stuck in the warmth of your kindness. Friendship? Nah we past that. You have already taken pieces of me and I don’t want them back. I trust you to care for them. Or shatter them if you please. I am yours though you may not know. These invisible ties on my heart tie me to you. I can’t get you off my mind. How did I fall so far without knowing? One second, we were just fooling around, the next I view you so highly I catch myself adm

Most likely you would think spiders or heights or needles. Something simple and just terrifies you, sends you into a fit of panic and anxiety at the thought. Well for me, it's life. It's not a fear that you only encounter once in a while or can avoid. I wake up every day to the tightening in my chest and the anxiety of the day. Some days it makes me fall right back to sleep, others it traps me in my bed until I can force myself to move. Force myself to live. Even when I do eventually get up, there is still the voice in the back of my head telling me to go back. Giving me reasons to just not do what I need to. A constant struggle and fight

What has my life become? I thought I was happy, I thought I finally got away from it all. I got a taste of freedom to be let down with another lie. What is freedom? What is happiness? What should I do with my life? Theses questions circle my mind day in and day out. Always questions, always confusion. Battling within myself for the answers and above all to find myself. Who am I really? Am I the person they all believe me to be? Am I who I want to be? How do I find the answers? I need to find myself. How am I to do that battling myself through depression, through pain, through social anxiety. How am I to know if something that is told to me is

Cynthia, Eliza and Cora-Beth sit together at a booth in their favorite hangout spot. As it is mid-day on a Tuesday, it is abandoned, other than the oblivious employee who sits at the register on her phone. They sit silently staring at different things. Cynthia stares at her tea, as the sugar slowly dissolves and disappears in the liquid's honey brown color. Eliza stares at the table and all the memories scraped and stained in its wooden top. Cora-Beth stares out the window watching the cars race by wondering if they will ever slow down. "So you are leaving?" Cynthia finally asks. "Yeah, I have to. You know that Cyn." Eliza explains looking i

  Cynthia, Eliza and Cora Beth hardly knew each other before their senior year of high school, but as graduation neared and the stress of adulthood came, they grew very close. ~~~ "Ms. Rose, the day has come at last." "Yes, Mrs. Wayne. Didn't think I could make it, did you?" "Cynthia, I always knew you could," she holds out her arms for Cynthia to hug her. She is reluctant but as today is the last day she'll ever see Mrs. Bailey Wayne, she hugs her quickly. "Good bye, my dear." Cynthia nods, walking away. ~~~ "Eliza Waters, why aren't you with your classmates?" "I am not good at goodbyes, Britannia." "You should still say them, it's y