HidetheHidden

I am sorry that I hurt you that day. You left me here all alone without hope, and now that you're gone I have lost my way. There is no one left to help me to cope. Your heart was like a small room without light, I would search while the void watched me fail. Your soul has not yet taken well to flight, I watched it barely escape its jail. I wept as they lowered your body, I began to die inside without you. Now my memory has become foggy and I just can't remember what to do. I will always love you no matter what, your pain is like a window that is now shut.

     How long has it been since I've seen the sun? Too long, it seems. Each day that I sit here, I begin to feel myself slipping farther from reality. It hasn't been easy, sitting here and waiting you know. You were the first one in what seems like centuries to have ever payed me even a bit of attention, and for that I'm eternally grateful. I will once more be able to gaze up into the stars and simply lose myself into their glimmer.     You know how that feels too, don't you? That undeniable pain of losing yourself. I can see it in your eyes that you've felt a particular type of loneliness too. When was the first time you ever felt it? Was

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. Lady Lazarus By: Sylvia Plath 1962     Their eyes were cold with disgust as if they could stare right through me and see my own thoughts.I could tell they knew I was lying to them, just weaving an intricate fable. Escaping was no longer an option. It was either fall victim to them, or I accept my fate and die. My glazed eyes searched for some reassurance that I wouldn't be trapped here the rest of my crippling life.     "Mr. Flamel, we asked you a rather important question. It

Back when I was a little girl my mother and I use to live with a man named Tom. Nothing ever seemed to go wrong, that was until the night swallowed us up in its own secrets. Several decades before Tom ever moved in, a woman was killed by her husband in the area that was used as an office during that time. You could only imagine the pain she must have felt while she bled to death while he simply left her there. What sort of thoughts went through her mind while she cried for help? What sort of thoughts went through his mind as he stabbed the one woman that wanted nothing more than to love him? We would have never known, if she hadn't decided t