You take my hand and give me a load of crap. Fake tears stream your eyes to act as if you care about your little girl. I’m not your little girl and I’m not made of glass. I wont break if you tell me you hate me. Someday the glass in your hand will break but that’s not what I think because I’m the only one who knows better. Everyone says you love me but I know that’s not true. They say you talk about me a lot but I wouldn’t know because I’m never close enough to hear it. You say the dust on your brain is gone and that your finally going to use it now. I don’t believe that either. Call me a pessimist. Call me realistic. Say whatever you’d like. All I know is you don’t speak to me and when I look into your eyes I hear: I don’t want
To be sober.
I think I might have a problem. I hear things when I look into your eyes, and now I know why.
Its because eyes tell the truth….
And you are a liar.
Author notes
i used the: you just seem to fade away prompt. tried my best i hope you like it. =)
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A wonderful piece, thank you for this fine entry.
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Wow. I haven't read some of your other work yet.
The two I've commented on are both so heavy and real and..... I guess kind of depressing - but somehow in a good way. I am amazed by this one. very powerful, and very well written. great job.
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one word: powerful
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wow this is really awesome.
i love it very much and feel it has much truth in it. <3
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