August 3
"I fell of my pink cloud with a thud"
~ Elizabeth Taylor
The thing about pain, it demands to be felt
It demands for you
To look it in the eyes
It wants you
To admit your defeat
You have to
State that you won't surrender
You won't let it take you over
Yes, you still feel it
But you will never admit your defeat
The thing about you, you demand to be heard
But I don't know how to demand to be heard, when I can barely hear myself. Today, I believe I have lost my voice. I try to speak, but no words come out. I want to be heard, I want to look the pain in the eye, but not today. Not today.
I looked at the pink object in my hand, as if staring at it would change the plus side in front of me.
Plus signs are supposed to be positive
Positive is good
But this is not positive
This is very, very bad
Why does this happen to me?
And I want to cry
And I want to scream
But I can't do either
Because perfect girls do neither
Last night was my first time, my only time. And apparently it was all that it took. But stuff like this never happened on the first time right? So why was this nightmare happening to me?
And I wanted to think that maybe the tester was wrong. But I know it wasn't. It was made by a goddess, my mom Aphrodite. And so it must be true.
I know its true
I know it's the truth
By the way it hurts
And I stop the tears rolling down my face because perfect girls don't cry over mistakes. Perfect girls don't make mistakes. And I'm supposed to be perfect right?
I never could've dreamed that this would happen to me
I never would've thought that this could happen to me
I am pregnant.
Ohh drama! If you like what you read leave me a comment let me know what you like. Or flame,flaming is always welcome
xoxo Queenbee19
