Angel- None of the content belongs to PrincessSeddie exept the poem…*sighs* Stuff like this really hurts…
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The Loss of A Best Friend…
Carly feels like she's losing her best friend Sam. What she is feeling is too painful to speak of, so she writes her feelings in a poem.
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Carly sat there, tucked up into a ball. Just listening to the clock tick…it was the most painful silence you could ever be in.
She felt like she was trapped in some sort of icy isolated prison, where she could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat...Her broken… Torn…Destroyed heartbeat.
'Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…'
The pain felt like a thousand sharp knives, entering her all at once. Did she do anything to deserve this? At the speed of a light, she would gladly apologise and try to set things right if she did…
She tried to uncurl from the ball.
She walked over to the table with her paper, pens and pencils.
With all the hurt and upset thoughts she was thinking, those few steps to the table, felt like a thousand miles.
She sat down on the chair.
'I am not going to cry…' she said in her mind with a whisper.
She got her pen and tried to breath slow.
She began writing on the paper…
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'It seems such a short time ago,
When we would share the echoes of laughter,
And the Felds of happiness.
But such a short time as passed,
And yet those memories seem so distant.
I look at the past as what should be,
Yet the memories fade into what once was…
I fear the fading,
Will eventually go fourth,
And all of the past,
Will disappear, into a distant whisper.
Oh but that whisper,
Will always be loud enough for me to remember.
And that will hurt more than a thousand thorn pricks.
I much rather take my own life,
Then dwell in what once was.
The memories are fading…
I only hope the whisper,
Won't be silenced for you…
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She put it in an envelope.
She licked the seal on it and put it into her photo album she had on the shelf,
So no one could read it…Ever.
She lay her head down on the table.
Her thoughts gathered one by one
She was isolated and alone…
Drop by drop, her tears fell. Silently, Quietly, Unheard.
She shook as the emotions took over her body.
She was upset...
She was heartbroken…
She was piece by piece…
Falling Apart.
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