Title: Alone
Author: Shari the bad Fairy
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing here.
ALONE
I sit here all alone. Everyday is the same, I stare out my window in my little room of perfect blue, wishing forever on heartache that he was still with me. Without him I am nothing of my former self…only a shell, something less than a woman, if that at all. I am broken and he is spent…memories of a once love dance across these walls of shame. I frequently recall the blessed times of the past when he and I were happy in causing the pain of others. Now I am the miserable one feeling the pain of his loss….the loss I only have my self to blame for. My intentions were hardly ever pure and the one time I decide to lead with raw emotion, my love for him, I screw it up. Tiss better not to feel at all then be reduced to that.
I always believed he loved me…well as best as one such as he possibly could, I never expected his betrayal. My world seems so empty and dark without him, I am fading away with every passing day. I am dieing inside and no one knows it but me. At least in his life I had the pleasure of being his partner in crime….the one woman he saw as an equal, for that was exactly what I was, his equal……..and his match.
The rain begins to fall outside, mimicking my tears. How I wish for death. Life no longer has a sensible meaning, I can think of nothing else besides my private pain….my own personal hell created of my own doing. All the pretty acts I performed for people, all the petty crimes against others, all my scheming and lust, it had all been for him. It no longer matters what people think of me and no longer am I faced with the mary sunshine act day after endless day. I have no reason for life and I long to be released from the pain of living.
I sit alone in my perfect room…in my perfect black suit…with my perfect little world lying in ruins all about me. Alone. The word means everything now. Without him…I shall never again be whole. I sit back letting the 5 perfect lines take their effect. As my mind begins to race and my body rock to and fro, I think of him…my partner, my lover, my equal and how this shitty world which produced both of us shall never seed another quite like my darling one.
I long for death…the loneliness to cease, but know in my heart I am not strong enough to end it all. How I have frequently envisioned my lovely pale wrists slashed and stained with the crimson blood of a deceitful bitch, of the commotion it would cause in my high society circle. Alas I will never be quite that strong. I will sit here in my room and remember him, the times he was good and the times he was soooo good when he was bad. I will repent for my crimes as I wilt away to nothing. I shall be remembered as a legend right along with him. The petty bitch that got what she deserved. I will continue living one day this I know, yet for now I will continue missing him, hating him, loving him. Till my heart and soul mends…….I quietly wait for death….totally alone.
*like it? Hate it? Well whatever, just review.*
Author: Shari the bad Fairy
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing here.
ALONE
I sit here all alone. Everyday is the same, I stare out my window in my little room of perfect blue, wishing forever on heartache that he was still with me. Without him I am nothing of my former self…only a shell, something less than a woman, if that at all. I am broken and he is spent…memories of a once love dance across these walls of shame. I frequently recall the blessed times of the past when he and I were happy in causing the pain of others. Now I am the miserable one feeling the pain of his loss….the loss I only have my self to blame for. My intentions were hardly ever pure and the one time I decide to lead with raw emotion, my love for him, I screw it up. Tiss better not to feel at all then be reduced to that.
I always believed he loved me…well as best as one such as he possibly could, I never expected his betrayal. My world seems so empty and dark without him, I am fading away with every passing day. I am dieing inside and no one knows it but me. At least in his life I had the pleasure of being his partner in crime….the one woman he saw as an equal, for that was exactly what I was, his equal……..and his match.
The rain begins to fall outside, mimicking my tears. How I wish for death. Life no longer has a sensible meaning, I can think of nothing else besides my private pain….my own personal hell created of my own doing. All the pretty acts I performed for people, all the petty crimes against others, all my scheming and lust, it had all been for him. It no longer matters what people think of me and no longer am I faced with the mary sunshine act day after endless day. I have no reason for life and I long to be released from the pain of living.
I sit alone in my perfect room…in my perfect black suit…with my perfect little world lying in ruins all about me. Alone. The word means everything now. Without him…I shall never again be whole. I sit back letting the 5 perfect lines take their effect. As my mind begins to race and my body rock to and fro, I think of him…my partner, my lover, my equal and how this shitty world which produced both of us shall never seed another quite like my darling one.
I long for death…the loneliness to cease, but know in my heart I am not strong enough to end it all. How I have frequently envisioned my lovely pale wrists slashed and stained with the crimson blood of a deceitful bitch, of the commotion it would cause in my high society circle. Alas I will never be quite that strong. I will sit here in my room and remember him, the times he was good and the times he was soooo good when he was bad. I will repent for my crimes as I wilt away to nothing. I shall be remembered as a legend right along with him. The petty bitch that got what she deserved. I will continue living one day this I know, yet for now I will continue missing him, hating him, loving him. Till my heart and soul mends…….I quietly wait for death….totally alone.
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