They diognose it as depression, thanks i didnt know that already.
The whieght on my chest or the never ending flow of tears didnt tip me off. The life as a teen is as smooth as a gravel road, you know the one you fell off your bike on,and your mom helped you up, and picked the rocks out of your wound.Now you scream for that help up, but push it as far away as possible.I often feel so numb and would do anything to feel ok again, for the wieght to dissapear and the tears to stop flowing.My heart yearns for that yellow brick road to be in reach,to not fall any more,to not need help, and it is never in reach.That is why i dont believe in farie tales.
A contest entry
- I don't believe in fairytales... by Enkeli.
700 points, ended September 23, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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I like this concept, and it's quite well-worded, but may I point out there are quite a few typos? You may want to fix that. Thanks for entering.
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Enkeli
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