Who are you?

Who are you?

A Story by Serenity

you may not know it but the words you say HURT! and not just the words but how you say them as well. they can be painful and deadly like venom. creating a wound that you wont be able to heal. you just keep sinking your poison deeper into my blood stream until im too far gone for you to save. you cannot bring me back. how can you treat me like this? I dont understand, and then you wonder why people are mad at you. gee I wonder why? this isnt you, this isnt who you are, but its starting to be. its starting to become you and who you are. everything you say to me now, is filled with disgust, loathing, and bile. its as if I sicken you. as if everything I do is wrong. you treat me like filth, like the gum on the bottom of your shoe. you question me. one question right after the other. topics that you know will make me kinda iffy. then you get mad and furious with me for answering honestly. you grow ticked off and say comments that are harsh and pierce me, that hurt me. then you wonder why im mad... What Is Wrong With You!?!?! do you enjoy my pain now? do you enjoy seeing me hurt? im sitting in my bunk now wondering if im worth it, am I that bad of a person? am I? and if im not than why do treat me like this? my faith is shaken as I sit here wondering if I am that bad of a friend? is there something wrong with me? Cause seriously I would like to know...

© 2011 Serenity


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sad but one question. Is this directed to someone?


Posted 13 Years Ago


Serenity

12 Years Ago

it was directed towards my best friend at the time

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Added on October 22, 2011
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Hey im lively yet dark, i can write happy but i usually write sad and morbidly depressing. I Love to read and write, especially poetry. I Love Dark And Tragic Stories. I Am A Hopless Romanic. and Musi.. more..

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