《Is DEATH near? or is this all a dream》 I am fine I sat alone, that day, The day you said you love me I pushed you away, The room in my head, whet empty, And cold, so cold that i fell to the ground And felt a shattering sense of it being all a dream And then I woke up in cold buckets of sweat, With a knife to hand and a floating body Above mine. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.A ghost above my body where i lay, In bed with dolled up face, ready to be Sacrifice to the devil or to the god, That chose that agonising death that let to tears and blood. And all I asked myself was: Did I made it that way or was it all due to that one mistake that made me feel love and compassion. You, you left ME? You, you left me? And for what A better shell, that fits you perfectly, A shell that you can control like a lifeless DOLL. With empty eyes that were once full of light and colour. Full of emotion and hate, But YOU!, How dare you Taint me, chain me down to what your believes are, to what you want us to follow. But, I am taking a stand against YOU. YOU so mighty, and high on your horse that''s above us all. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. You tell us to believe in YOU, and yet you betray us in ways unimaginable# To the naked eye. And yet you want us to believe in you, to support you , because you find it easy that there are two ways you could exist¡­ Either a sinner or a believer, and if you choose the wrong path YOU would punish us, hard. But I will fight you! To the end of me I will make a path for myself without your help, but with all the pain you Put me through, because that pain defines me as a Person and as a Survivor. So bring it on I can take it , i still have my body, my mind and my spirit to fight you. YOU!! Where were you? HM! I am asking you? Where were you at my lowest point in my life, at where i did not know who I was anymore, where everything felt like nothing, where the only thing i thought of was leaping of this edge near the sea where countless of others lost their life because of the Struggles you gave them. They gave up on YOU, on themselves, and yet You stood up there to summoning some to stop The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.him from jumping down to the abyss of darkness into the water, YOU stood and watched countless of people follow that path, and NOTHING, why? I am asking you? But i get why there are doing it, leaping off the edge i mean And hating you, you are meant to send down an angel who Us suppose to guide us through tough times, help us through the trama We experience it every day. But no you sit on your HIGH HORSE and judge us and tell us to Believe in you. But i gave up on you the moment i saw my wings shatter as I made the ¡®RIGHT¡¯ choice. So goodbye to YOU! Hope someone has had a better outcome in Believing That your demands will be complete in a less painful way. The angel An angel above me who watches me who guards me, yet why am i here in the bath bleeding my heart out for a past love. Where were you! I am asking where you were. The night i opened my heart to him and got Stabbed 10 times in my heart, he LEFT ME! On the ground Of the bedroom where we used to share our ¡®love¡¯ for each other. You! A guardian angel who is supposed to protect me, Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.Keep me out of danger and care for me. You weren''t there Neither was the devil your friend, your rival. You left me both to feel pain like never before. But now i know, i know to close of my heart and don''t give it To noone, not even my parents, why because i am so scared to give it away that i have trapped it deep deep, down and all i have to say is¡­ was all that pain, the man you Send a lesson. A lesson for you to each me not to a foolish lover!, Or was it a revenge for something I did. I see your lesson i have taken it and transformed into something I don''t even recognize. Well done applause. to my ex Dear ex, Yeah, i have a few stuff to say to you but i will put it In a poem so that you could understand how I feel. You left me bleeding on the ground of the house we created memories, where we said what we said, and now, you act as if I have hurt you, like you are the one who¡¯s heart is bleeding Due to your last stab, the stab that broke This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.Me, that left me hanging on the window door In the House we said ¡®I love you¡¯. Now because of the abuse i endured from You, my only, and only friend is this constant PAIN, that''s the only thing you have left me With and the only thing you can''t take away from me. I will wear it on my sleeves so that, i can use it against you and all the people that care about me, so i say thank you to you ¡®dear ex¡¯ because you have made my life hell, and yet i am still living. its cold, here on the ground It''s cold here on the ground, and in my heart i feel nothing. Like that weight That was on my heart has just disappeared, and I feel free. Free, from the burden of that thing We humans call it ¡®love¡¯. The way i was betrayed and the way i was cut from you, and all of the If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.reality of this word of pain and Suffering. Caused me to slowly, and slowly, remove every piece, of emotion I had left in me to reject you, and all of your wrongs you have caused me. Yet, look at me, i am standing cold, laying down on this so-called cold floor, Drawing in my emotionless sea of past emotions. Looking for a way out, and a way to survive, Hopping someone could shine a light on me. My happy day was also… My happy day was also the most horrible day of my life. You left me broken on the floor of the art room, the Room where we created this.. This thing that ended up killing me. You left me there,a broken doll,a doll With stone cold face, eyes that when from bright to dull, hair form tight to straw, going in different directions, and a body stretched to Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. It¡¯s limits but put on a chair, Well dressed doll, Me sitting on a chair, Looking like nothing happened and yet, This, this one tear, happen, to go down my face, fro my eye following down, my cheek and then drop down the red dress that Me was put in. That, that was my happy day and also the most, Horrible day, I felt like I was put on display, Like everyone was staring me with they¡¯re pitch black eyes and wide smiles, waiting for Me to ame a mistake and judge me for it. Yet I still sit, pretty and wait.. for what For someone to fix Me. Silent Scream I shout, but no words come out, Everytime i open my mouth, and Nothing, i have no voice to scream No voice to yell out these emotions that have been bottled up¡¯ in that Need that little push over to be free. All this time i, was holding back A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.emotions, i trapped whatever i was chained to the bed, helplessly trying To, have my emotions be free, trying to Let out this scream that was holding ¡®ME¡¯ back. But to no avail. I lay, chained to the bed, unable to, scream or talk the only thing you see is my help- less silent scream that is my nightmare, that I live with every single Day. The room, at the corner The room at the corner, my room thats, far away from the main character of the book, the character that is loved by All that, is sick often and has ¡®Parents¡¯ at their full attention. And yet i am at the darkest corner of the corridor A place where, even the servants don''t visit often enough to know that i exist, or that i am part Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.Of the family, I even in my own story i don''t exist. The room in the corner that is my own world, An escape from all that, that is what killed me. The death of me wasn¡¯t even noticed by Them. How i know, i know because i died in front of them, And yet they turned to my sister, My Sister who Just coughed. Parents stopped having dinner and all attention when away. Yet I sit on the chair, bleeding and noone knows who i am, and i get ingnored. Yet i dont feel any pain. Why, why is that? No name This is not an ordinary poem, because this one doesn¡¯t have a name so I can write whatever I want yet, i know what to write about and what not to write. Let''s see what should we do in this poem, Or yet this comment or what should I call this, This is, not exactly a poem, or a short story... It''s more like ending a message to me. Telling, no warning me about the life I have to lead. Let''s see, you know how people tell you to be yourself yet, they A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.judge every little thing you do that makes you U, yet they act as if you were rude to them, not the other way around. I have had to close off my likes, so that I won¡¯t get hurt, by everyone''s rejections, yet I am still hurt, by their rejections. So i still lose small bits and pieces of mr to please others, No news there darling. I have done that since i started to go to school. This is only part 1 part 2 and the rest will be kind in the middle of every 10th poem. cause i want to let you know that i am doing Fine so far, i think. If not then live life like before. How dare you? You, how dare You? How can you treat me like that? How can you say these words, that are Like shards of glass, tom em, they make me bleed. You do know ¡°ME¡± you know nothing About me. The only thing you know about me Is the way I act, and you hate it. You hate it so much that you are trying to change ME! Me who doesn''t even know who I am anymore, The ME who doesn''t even know me, YOU think you know me I don''t know me. The fact that you think you can FIX ME, is laughable. How can YOU, a stranger come into my life, make a mess of Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.It and say ¡°Ohh I am doing this for your own good¡± Like you think this helps me? Do you really think, that you have that power? The power to change Me. No, you don¡¯t. I do admit I need some fixing, but are you the sole Person who can help me? no, you are not. I also do admit that 99% of me has jokes that many like And don''t like, and then there is that 1% of me that you like, but That 1% is not me. That 1% of me is a made-up version of me So that people can like me. They like that version of me you, who do YOU think you are? i died that night I died that night, the night of the blood moon. Do you remmber what yo usasid to me Mr. moon? I hope you do remember, you stood there watching me Turning from white to bloody color, was it because You were angry at me or was it because you felt my Pain. I don''t think you felt the pain I felt that night, Because, you are still put together, your gravity Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.Is holding whole a full circle, while I am shattered! So shattered that I am still trying to peace with myself, But there is no hope for me to be whole again. Did you know that Mr. Moon? That I am shattered, that I am someone who Can''t love anyone because of you? Because of what you have put me through all these Sleepless nights and days. But I now, close to 20 years old I forgive you! i got stabbed Do you know what¡¯s funny? It''s funny how I predicted that you were going to pop -up that question that killed me so deeply. I knew the answer to it yet why did it hurt so bad, That I had a panic attack right after it. I knew deep down in me that you were going to be disgusted by it. This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.By even the idea of it coming to reality, yet I believe that you would have a different reaction to it Something that can reassure me but no. I stabbed myself with that response and now I will learn from it I will learn that not everyone sees me as a person, Not the way that I see myself. Do you miss me, like i miss you? Hey, dear old best friend. How are you? I hope you are well. Cause I am not. You left me up there On that Cliff, we used to love, The cliff where this friendship of ours began. Where all our mistakes were poured into the ocean, and Were forgiven. Where we spend most of our days... But then something happened right? Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.Something changed in you and me. We stopped hanging out up there and the cliff became High and for one person only. Yet I still tried to build and save a spot for you Just like the old days. But you abandon me. I was waiting for you for days, months even years I never gave up on our friendship, but Cleary you did. So in time, I did too. I hope you live a happy life. That is the last thing I said after I jumped from that Cliff. I gave up I gave up ok. You can¡¯t tell me to go backwards To that place with no directions on how to get back up. I can¡¯t relive that Horrible moment in my life I just can''t. The pain I felt that Day, and that time. Is like no pain Ever before, And now u are telling me that because of me you are in PAIN. Well, thanks again Mr. u put me through hell and back. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.So when u left me, and others tried to Steal my Light, I let them. I let them trample over, my light of hope. Why? ''Cause why not? I have given up on it, because of you. You made me give up even more, By saying it was all my fault. So I gave up. I am no longer that person That you knew and that you ¡°loved¡±. I hope you are happy with that. I trusted you, I really did I trusted you, I really did. But you, you broke that, You hurt me so deeply that I can''t believe That I am still alive. Yet you act as if I HURT YOU! What has gone through your head, huh? I am asking you delusion are you, To think that I had betrayed you, that I have broken our trust-bound Just to do that one thing... Ther trying that hurt me the most. The thing that made me lose hope in myself And in all of humanity. You put a knife in my hand and knives in my back The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.By each lie, you told. But you know despite that fact I was still able to survive, that Abuse that you have Put me through, the blood I have spilled because of you, could flood a town. And you know what is funny? Others wonder why I don''t trust them. Why I don''t trust them when they compliment me? Should I tell them about you? Or should I just carry those daggers? Cause they are still in my back, some have even, Pierced me right through my chest, while others are Near and around my heart, waiting for that final, dagger that will end me, that will kill all, that I believe in. my savior You left me! You left me on that hill, That hill of misery and pain and a-nd¡­. ¡°Deep breath¡± I forgive you. I forgive you for all the pain you have caused me I forgive you for all the mistakes that I have Made, and I forgive you for your cheating. Because when you let up on that hill, high. I saw a crow, a crow flew over my head and Landed on a rock, I kneeled to it and talked to it I talked to a bird of Death, thinking that it This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.Was my time. I forgive you, for the pain you caused me, The scars are now too deep, even covered they Hurt, but you know I am still smiling, So you are forgiven. But the reason why I survived was because Of that crow, that crow that so consider A symbol of death and decay. Thanks to it I survived it, So I will wear him Like a tattoo, like a talisman to protect me From evil like you. t "i am sorry" You are sorry?! For what huh,? What do you need to apologize for? Huh. it''s not like I waited for Those words for like 7 years!! You waited that long, to see what you Did wrong. This body, the body you tainted with that filth, I hope you are proud of yourself. You hurt me, you made me not trust My own mind, my family, and my friends. You made me believe that you are the only right Person, how dare you talk to me after what You have done it. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. But I escaped you, I ran so fast, that I burned bridges, Away from you, and yet I got into a train wreck According to you, I am still to be fixed, You know now that the word ¡°fix¡± is a trigger. You were supposed to help me! Not take advantage of my grief and use it as A weapon against me. And now you are saying sorry. Let me think¡­ No, you are not forgiven, you will never be forgiven, You, who I am supposed to trust and believe in. I don''t accept your apology Georgi., i Loved you and you threw knives at me, So no you are not forgiven. i hope you are happy I realized that I couldn''t live without you. You know what that is funny, cause You appeared when I turned 15 Before that I lived, I did. Well, that''s a bit of a lie, I tried my best to live, but I started to act out and be Rebellious, So I blame that on you. How I don''t know, but now it''s as if you are not there i am empty, Like a body shell without life. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.You made me this, this¡­. I don''t know what to call me. You have done so much damage that I can''t recognize myself anymore. Are you proud of yourself? Are you proud that I need you More than I need oxygen. Because of you, I don''t know what Love is anymore, or what that feeling Is like. I can''t trust you anymore, because you And your followers. But do you blame me? you hurt me so deep, that to this day The mark is not healed. I met a man in a carriage I stepped into his carriage that day, The day you left me at the party in my red dress. His carriage, mysterious and alluring, His gaze met mine, unwavering. Clad in enigmatic attire, A top hat, black glasses, and a cane with a folded head, He seemed out of place, captivatingly so, Leaving me transfixed in my seat. He inquired why I was there, This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.Inquired about the crimson gown I wore. I confessed I''d been abandoned, Claiming kinship with Satan''s descent. He chuckled, introducing himself As Death, a smile adorning his face. He offered a smoke, a gesture of ease, Then escorted me back to the garden''s peace. Promising a future conversation, He bid me wait for him, a few days later, To delve into our exchange once more, A rendezvous hinted at, intriguingly obscure. I met him again. I met him once more, Death in my midst, Waiting at the gardens, beneath the night''s veil, With the moon reigning high in the sky. I adorned myself in red again, a red dress, red earrings, red gloves. The carriage stood, a spellbinding spectacle, Drawing my gaze as I examined its ethereal form. It felt like a dream, with no horses in sight, The carriage halted at my feet, the door unfolding itself. There stood Death, and alongside, another figure unknown to me. "Hello," he said, "my name is Depression." I nodded politely, Death smirking in the shadows. Seating myself beside Death, leaning into his presence, The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.He produced a cigarette with a graceful flourish. My eyes shifted to Depression, revealing a black smoke, Taking a humanoid form, a shadow with piercing blue eyes, And white gloves that added to his mystique. I found him intriguing; he sensed my gaze, Inquiring, "Dear lady, why the dress of blood? Who has wounded you?" Glancing between Death and Depression, I replied in a somber tone, "Who hasn''t?" As the carriage came to a halt, Depression rose, Preparing to depart, he looked back and uttered, "I will see you again, dear." The ride was short, why? After we left Depression in an unfamiliar place, A slight chill swept down my spine, As we journeyed toward another unknown destination. Leaning closer to his shoulder, he seemed unperturbed. "Why don''t you come for me?" I queried, Rising to meet his gaze, He removed his glasses, brushed my hair aside, Cupped my chin gently, and spoke, "Love, for you to vanish is far too soon." Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.His usual smile graced his lips, Guiding my head back to rest upon his shoulder, "I''ll always come when you call," he assured, His voice was smooth yet carrying a raspy undertone. I sighed, closing my eyes briefly, The carriage ride was incredibly serene, As if we were soaring through the sky. Enthralled, I drifted into slumber, Awakening in my house the next morning, Father''s voice echoed from downstairs. my sorrow awakening I awoke within sorrow''s grasp, tangled in my bed, Yet amid the gloom, a strange calmness spread. My body felt weightless as if I''d shed The burdens that clung, the worries that bled. As time flowed, a month of sorrow it seemed, The sadness deepened like an undreamed stream. I refused to be tethered, no longer redeemed, So I rose from my bed, my solace esteemed. To my mother''s closet, I hastened my pace, Seeking a dress, memories interlaced. An almost-summer gown, with a corset embraced, Its flowing silhouette, a symbol of grace. In hues of nostalgia, with a small blue ribbon, The dress whispered tales of where it had been. Perfect for my journey, my heart''s secret kin, I carried it back, a treasure within. Draped in its fabric, the transformation began, A splash of scarlet on lips, hair spun grand. Ready for my walk, under the midday sun, Metamorphosis complete, a new chapter began. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Down the stairs, parents in repose, Announced my departure, and no questions arose. Silent curiosity, a void that froze, A tear traced my cheek, a story it shows. Onto the road, seeking the fabled bridge, Whispered tales of joy, where hearts find their stitch. Passed by smiling families, laughter''s rich ridge, Their unity, a pang of joy and sorrow''s pitch. At last, upon the bridge, twilight''s embrace, Sun and moon exchanged their celestial chase. Kicked off my slippers, ascended with grace, Awaiting the moon''s zenith, its luminous face. At its pinnacle, the moon glowed in full bloom, Casting its shimmering essence in the watery room. Reflections danced, an ethereal costume, As I stood, a lone figure in the lunar''s perfume. In the silence, a symphony of night''s serenade, The bridge, is a threshold where emotions cascade. Yet, amidst beauty, a heart''s masquerade, A search for solace beneath the moon''s jade. Suddenly, a soft wind blew in my direction, My dress waved with the sound''s affection. I untied my hair, took a breath in reflection, A friend tried to stop me; I smiled and made my decision. my last meeting with Death As I smiled and leaped from the bridge''s edge, The wind whispered gently, slowing my pledge. In mid-air, a friend''s reach, wearied and late, I was already embraced by the moon''s fate. Close to the water''s shimmer, eyes sealed tight, A fleeting moment, life''s reel in swift flight, Good and bad memories danced in sight, Then, a sudden jolt, and darkness took its height. My body met the water''s surface, a heavy plunge, Weight amplifying, as if caught in a vengeful lunge. Deeper I sank, a descent without expunge, My eyes shut, pondering, but my thoughts wouldn''t lunge. Till he arrived, the figure in black attire, Coat draped in darkness, with accents of fire. Jet-black glasses, a top hat to inspire, An unexpected savior amid depths dire. He raised me from the river''s embrace, Into his carriage, a refuge of grace. As consciousness returned, head on his lap, "Good, you''re awake," in a raspy clap. His voice, a melody tinted with pain, Glasses were removed, revealing the strain. His visage, a portrait of hurt profound, A depth of anguish in eyes unbound. Carefully, he tended to my weakened frame, A silent guardian, unnamed in this game. "Rest now," he murmured, his voice the same, Yet veiled in secrets, untouched by fame. I drifted into a slumber''s deep hold, The carriage rocked with stories untold. Awakening again, in a place unknown, My savior beside, his compassion shown. I pondered why he saved me, stood by his side, And began to voice my distress, unhide: "Why? Why this rescue, after leaving my side, In my darkest hours, where did you hide?" A rush of memories, a hit to recall, Tears welled, and emotions broke through the wall. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.As he reached, offering a consoling embrace, I recoiled, pushing away from that place. Yet Death persisted, his arms open wide, After a pause, I crumbled, no longer defied. Enfolded in his embrace, tears untried, Sobs echoed freely, from deep inside. In the silence, he whispered, a soothing voice, "Life''s tapestry, woven by fate''s own choice. I''ve seen despair, where shadows reside, But in your eyes, hope has not yet died. I saved you not for a sinister scheme, But to offer solace in life''s raging stream. When you asked, ''Where were you in despair?'' Know, I was there, in the unseen air. In moments unseen, I stood by your side, In whispers of wind, in the low tide. For life and death dance, intertwined, I am both adversary and friend, combined." I will give you as many chances as you Need, so I will give back your soul, and life And I will leave a friend so that You can trust and talk to him ok? As Death embraced me, from his cane he drew A radiant prism of hues, a soul''s view. "This embodies your essence," his voice true, A parting gift from realms old and new. With tenderness, he laid my form down, Gently coaxing my soul, without a frown, Back into my being, a delicate crown, A whispered farewell, tenderly thrown. A gentle peck, a rose in glass, Symbols of departure, fading pass. His presence waned, in the fading mass, A poignant farewell, the moments surpass. Moments later, I stirred to find my friend, Beside me, tears cascaded without an end. With a fragile smile, I embraced him tight, Though exhaustion swelled, a silent plight. I surrendered to weariness, a tired sigh, Allowing him to tend, to my silent cry. Whispered reassurance, an earnest try, "I''m alright," I breathed a hopeful reply. His sobs, a symphony of shared pain, Gentle solace amidst tears'' refrain. In the quiet, emotions did sustain, A bond of hearts, through anguish''s chain. My last yet new dance "I closed my eyes, envisioning myself In a flowing, white gown, treading Upon the water''s surface, gently walking Towards a destination, a symbol of rebirth." "I found it, and my eyes flew open wide, Swiftly dressed, hastened to that fateful site, Where last I stared into Death''s embrace, its chilling tide. I clutched my stereo, a comfort in the midst of fright. With each step, a heartbeat''s echoing pound, Recalling the haunting whispers of that past, The place where life''s fragility I found, And from its clutches, emerged at last. The stereo, a companion in solace and pain, Its melody is a refuge, a shield against despair, Guiding me through memories that remained, A reminder that life''s preciousness is rare. Trepidation mingled with resolve as I drew near, To confront the specter that once beckoned me astray, Yet armed with strength, banishing fear, Ready to reclaim the dawn of each new day." "I set the stereo down, anticipation building, Eagerly awaiting my phone''s chime at midnight, Yearning for the arrival of the New Year, fulfilling Hopes, dreams, and the promise of a new light. Impatience danced with anticipation in my heart, As seconds crawled towards that awaited hour, Each tick of the clock, a step towards a fresh start, A chance to embrace change, to gather courage and power. The stereo softly played a melodic tune, This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.Its comforting notes are a prelude to the unknown, A soundtrack to this moment, this opportune Time to shed old skin, to make my intentions known. The air buzzed with excitement and hope, As I stood on the brink of this temporal divide, Embracing the surge of emotions, a kaleidoscope Of anticipation, readiness, and a sense of pride. And as the final seconds disappeared, A symphony of cheers welcomed the New Year''s birth, I embraced the moment, its significance alight, Ready to embark on a journey of renewed worth." "As the clock struck midnight''s tender chime, I waded into the water''s embrace, halfway, Lying back, commencing my dance of gratitude divine, To Death and all, within the dark''s sway. Fireworks erupted, painting the sky in vibrant hues, Their explosive bursts shook the very heavens above, In their radiant glow, my body infused, As I danced on the water, a testament to love. Amidst the dance, a sensation swept over me, A feeling of eyes upon me, witnessing my display, Faces aglow, smiling from the unseen sea, Their silent presence, a support in the night''s array." As more people joined, drawn by the spectacle, Some swayed to the rhythm, caught in the trance, Their steps joining mine, a collective festival, Under the stars'' twinkling, in this midnight dance. Laughter and joy echoed across the water''s edge, As the night embraced our shared revelry, Each heartbeat a drum, our movements on a ledge, A harmony of souls, united in this symphony. And as the night wore on, the sky started to fade, Leaving behind a tapestry of memories to keep, In the echoes of laughter and the dance we made, A celebration of unity, a moment forever to steep." how dare you? How dare you? You barge into My sacred space, my beating heart, and with glances, mercilessly slay it all. Your presence, a storm ravaging, leaves ruins of my sanctuary in its wake. The echoes of your intrusion resonate, a haunting melody of shattered dreams and misplaced trust. In the hallowed halls of my emotions, you dance with indifference, trampling the delicate petals of my vulnerability. Each step was a stomp on fragments of hope that once bloomed within me. You vandalized every inch of my being and molded me so profoundly that I scarcely recognize my reflection now. So I am asking you? Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. How dare you make me forget ¡°me¡±? How dare you enter my life, change me, then leave me out to dry? Certainly, here''s a revised version of that section: "How could you Make a mess of me and then leave, Leaving me dry, dead on the floor, Expecting me to piece myself back together once more?" "How dare you claim the wreckage as your art, Leaving me amidst the scattered debris of my heart? Yet, from these ruins, I shall fashion anew, A ''me'' stronger and wiser without a trace of you." Yet here I stand, amid the wreckage you''ve sown, Gathering strength from the shards you''ve thrown. I''ll rebuild, I''ll rise, I''ll mend what you tore, For within me lies the strength to restore. your majesty, the king of all right? In your majestic stride, you exude an aura, A charm that captivates, admired by all. Yet, in my heart, there brews a disdain, For the influence you wield, a force that mauls. A sea of admirers surrounds your path, Drawn to your allure, enchanted by your spell. But within me, resentment takes its hold, A festering hatred that words fail to quell. Your gaze, penetrating, delves into their souls, Awaiting their move, a vulnerable step to take. Then, with a callous shove, you cast them down, Leaving wounds so deep, the scars never forsaken. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. Oh, the emotional wreckage you leave behind, A trail of shattered dreams and broken trust. Your power to transform, a malevolent dance, Affects hearts and minds, turning love to dust. In the silence of your echoing footsteps, I hear the cries of those you''ve left behind. Your influence, a tempest of despair, Leaving scars on the souls of the maligned. So, walk on, talk on, in your mighty stride, But now, in my heart, the hatred abides. For the pain you inflict with a single glance, Affects the spirit, leaving no room for chance. And yet, you avert your gaze from me, Claiming the hurt I''ve caused, the pain you bear. How is that fair to me? Huh? How could you gaze into my eyes and Pretend I''ve wounded you, me hurting you? I can''t bear to lay a finger on you, Haunted by all the souls you''ve deceived, Trapping them in the web of your false love. In the shadows of deceit, where love was misconstrued, I stand alone, my heart now free, my spirit renewed. No more will I be ensnared by your deceptive art, For I choose to heal, embracing a brand new start. White dress, was it a dream? p I In the pouring rain, amidst the whispers of droplets, I stood alone, a silhouette in a white dress of thick fiber. Each raindrop, a poignant reminder of love''s bittersweet Dance, Caressing my skin, echoing the ache of a fleeting romance. The damp fabric clung to me, a shroud of memories, As the storm mirrored the tempest within, unraveling mysteries. I danced out my soul, with each graceful turn, my long hair swirling around, a delicate dance to discern. With every twirl, it wrapped around my form, a cascade of strands, like a soft embrace in the storm. That night held a hint of warmth through the rain, It comforted me, but you just watched, no refrain. As I danced it out, Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.hoping you''d truly hear, That I am not happy when I''m with you, my dear. Yet, you had the nerve to join the dance meant for one, you made it a duet, but the harmony came undone. The dance you crafted, a symphony of pain, emotionally hurtful, a relentless, haunting refrain. I tried to escape the grip of your choreography, was that my mistake, a a tragic misstep in my story? On the street, we danced each turn a twist, your grip too tight, the impact hard, persist. Frozen in your stance, you made no transition, as I rose, you confined me, in a restrictive condition. A cage of your making, every attempt to flee, You''d ensnare me again, a relentless decree. And do you think that I am happy in this state, a facade so sappy? Do you sense the hidden tears, the weight of sorrow, the silent fears? My white bloody dress... YOU thought I was happy, but what led you astray? Just because you adorned me in white dresses, That made me look like a doll, owned by one afraid I''d shatter with a single touch, in a world dismayed. You play the nice guy, with gifts of pristine attire, Yet, little freedom remains, a life suspended in the mire. Speak a wrong word, and off to "the Room" I''m sent, Where happiness dies, and shadows are content. Yet, beneath the fabric, hides a cruel and deceptive fire. Those white dresses, not symbols of care, But a canvas for your scars, a truth hard to bear. You, driven by a deep-seated disdain, Fueled by past mistakes, trauma''s lasting pain. Do you believe, in your confinement, we''ll bow, But hear this, we won''t yield to your dominance now. Caging us won''t make our voices mute, Your misuse of power won''t force our salute. I refuse to succumb to your tyrannical reign, In the face of your abuse, our resilience is sustained. You marked me as yours, a silent, sinister decree, Revealing scars, is a testament to your dark mastery. A possession on display meant to breed fear, Your actions are a cunning ploy to manipulate and interfere. After the dance of hurt and pain, a newfound power arose, How did I wield it? Through subtlety, a strategy only I chose. I played the obedient role, a doll of Compliance, Every moment, an act, concealing my silent defiance. With each nod and every whispered yes, A facade I maintained, hiding my growing distress. In the quiet rebellion, I bided my time, Plotting a revolt, layering my actions in a This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.Pantomime. Behind the mask of submission, I crafted my escape, A tale of strength and resilience, a transformation taking shape. The day I resolved to exact revenge, Our meeting became the starting point, as you''d avenge. Preparations were meticulous, every detail in place, The table set for two, a deceitful embrace. I crafted your favorite meal with a deceitful smile, Candles flickered, wine poured, the ambiance beguile. Dolled up in the white dress, you pledged to "kill" me in, You, unsuspecting, engulfed in joy within. Your happiness, a facade I skillfully sustained, As my plan unfolded, revenge unchained. As we concluded our dinner, you switched on The radio and your cherished tune began, Once, that melody held my affection, But now, that spark extinguished, mirroring The demise of my love for you. The song continued as he invited me to dance, Reluctantly, I replied, "Okay." As he joyfully immersed himself in the music, Dancing with me, our spirits entwined, But as the song reached its bittersweet finale, I unearthed my dagger, a harbinger of despair. Turning back to him, a tempest of emotions within, I plunged it into his heart, the world stilled, A symphony of pain and sorrow echoed, In that moment, love''s dance turned into tragedy. I smiled as I descended towards him, his balance lost. I landed directly on top of him; he remained still, A sinister smile of discomfort played on his lips. My dress was stained with blood, my hands trembling, He gently brushed my hair from cheek to shoulder, Whispering, "It''s okay," in a comforting tone. the beauty in the cage "I was standing on the edge of The cliff, waiting for you. Days turned to weeks, And then those weeks became Months, and then years." Yet you never showed up. You had the nerve to leave me up in cold and bad weather. How dare you, you never even called! Not even a call from you managed to slip Through the cracks of the Thick forest, black forest you made Me call home. I stood there in my blue dress, A gown of sapphire hue, adorned with Glistening blue and white crystals, each Sparkle a testament to the sky''s brilliance, And my feet, cradled in delicate glass slippers, Tinted with the same shade of blue Reflecting the tranquil depths of a serene ocean. that you Loved so much because you Abused your power, that made me hide Behind a mask of hurt and broken dreams. Reflecting the tranquil depths of a serene ocean. Wind blowing in my direction, spreading the dress thin, embracing the air, floating This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. with the clouds, awaiting someone¡ª You, to catch me and guide me back to a secure haven. Somewhere to land, and find safety in your embrace. But no, you locked me in that cage, The cage outside the forest on the Edge of the cliff, where you leave Everyone and everything rots, or In your own words ¡°to preserve its beauty¡± You had no right to cage me up, Just because you saw me, and I was crying in your arms. You hear. Just because I was weak at that Moment, and you happen to be there doesn''t mean, that you can just, Pick me up broken and weak And decide that you will ¡°fix me¡±. By putting me in that cage of golden structure, that you made For your bird, your weak bird, That you value so much, the bird That you killed so effortlessly And you put me there to replace Her, and make you feel again, no. You left me in that forest, that is Among the danger that is all type of Beasts and creatures that feed on fear. Yet I foolishly fell in love with you, I bleed for your love, and you had The nerve to put me In the same cage as the wolves. In the same cage where your last ¡°Bird¡± died. How does that make you feel? You killing me, just because you Are afraid of this thing called love? was that your version of love? well I am gone now so, go on abuse your power to the others, but know that there is a limit to your abuse, and one day I hope I see you in a cage too Broken promises You were once my friend, I won''t deny that fact. But oh, how deeply you wounded me, Using and exploiting my trust. I confided in you, only to discover A dagger in my hand, then in my heart, Your words tainted with deceit, Portraying me as the betrayer. Your actions cut me to the core, You sliced me open, right through, Splitting me in half, leaving me vulnerable For the vultures to take their pick. Every time, They pick at me, they leave deep, deep scars Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. That throb through every waking moment of my life, Leaving wounds that ache with every memory. I entrusted you with my vulnerabilities, Yet you twisted my faith into a weapon To falsely accuse me, to tear me down. And yet, through the pain, all I see Is a clear image of your betrayal, It''s so clear, like a reflection in a broken Mirror in the deep, deep black ocean. Which mirrors a reflection of your own Frailty. And you, thinking you could shatter me, sought to break me down, But I rise, fueled by fury, Knowing that a bond built on deceit Is nothing but a fragile illusion, Shattered by the truth''s relentless glare. hate to break it to you, but despite Your attempts to break me, you Have made me strong enough To recognize faulty friends, and You have also made me resilient to People who have¡­ I Lost My Friend It was so painful, I felt my heart, When the moment Mother told me. I drooped to the floor, my body weak, I lost my friend, I lost my damn mind. I thought I would be fine without him, He who didn''t even say goodbye, he, who leat me in this damd world to fight it off alone He is who I constantly think about in the back of my mind. He, whom I trusted and loved like a brother, We made a pact, that no one leaves anyone behind, That none leaves this town. Yet he left. I lost him. The person whom I loved More than his family. I helped him become a better person. I, who poured my heart and soul into our bond, Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. I, who believed in him more than anyone else, I lost him, I lost my friend, I lost my damn mind. And now I find myself sitting beneath the stars, On the stairs of our final meeting. A meeting so laden with sorrow, That I could feel the air constricting around me, And darkness descending upon my soul. I looked at him his face pale as if he was not there, And nowhere at the same time. I yearn to travel back in time, to reach out to him, To prevent him from leaving. But every time I think On that day, I feel his absence weighing my body Down, so heavy that memories flood my mind like a tide, Each one was more painful, yet full of life. I reach out, hoping to grasp onto something, Anything that could bring him back to me, But all I find is emptiness, A void where his presence once filled my world. Now I am left alone, Amongst the echoes of our laughter, The whispers of our secrets, And the shattered fragments of my hear No, I lost my friend, I lost my damn mind, I thought I would be fine without him, He didn''t even say goodbye, and I lost a part of me too Hey, remember... Hey, Angel. How are you? It¡¯s time; you know the old Promise we made. It¡¯s time To fulfill it. That is what we promised Each other, that is why we tangled Fingers. Do you remember? hope you do, because we made it after All the hardships we went through. The bond we shared, I haven''t shared With anyone else as closely as with you, Except for Mushrooms. But you left me in her hands, you left Me, but I too left you. Yet I was the only One who tried to keep us together. And then, after a while, I gave up. As hard as it was. If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Was it my fault that we grew apart, Or was this all part of growing up? Because I still think of you in the Back of my head. Memories of us flood My mind every time I go back there. You, have you been back to where We first met? Or is it just me? Ha. do you ever think about me? Do you ever think about our beginnings, like when we first met there? It''s strange how those memories linger. Yet I still remember our promise... I know this won''t find its way to you, But here is the promise that we made to each other... ''Angel, when we are both 20-21, we will get tattoos representing our friendship.'' ''We will get either a lock on me and a key on you . Or we will see.¡¯ Do you remember that? The Depth of My Disdain You dragged me through hell, Tangled in your web of lies, Then leave me behind to clean up your mess. How could you? Because of you, I lost all my friends¡ª The friends I worked so hard to keep. Was that your plan all along? To make me fall for you so deeply, Then break me so completely That I wouldn¡¯t be able to pick myself up? That I would only trust you, and no one else? I ask you, what broke me? Why make me fall in love with you, Just to watch me shatter? You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.Why toy with my heart, Leading me into darkness, When all I wanted was light? Each smile you gave felt like a promise, Yet all it did was conceal your deceit. Now I¡¯m left picking up the pieces, Haunted by memories of a love That turned to ashes in my hands. So tell me, do you feel any remorse? Or was my pain simply your amusement, A game you played without thought For the wreckage you left behind? I refuse to be your victim any longer; I will rise from this, Stronger than before, And reclaim the pieces of myself You thought you could take forever.