The Lost

April 13, 2010
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Raindrops ran like tears down my face. The soft pitter-patter of water on rooftops echoed through me, a cascade of endless reasons why I should not be alive.
The rain was the beginning for me, and had brought me to the end.
Why had I survived?
How could my heart still beat after it had been shattered and broken?
These questions filled my head, day in and day out. I dared not sleep, for fear of reliving my nightmare. Dreams were uncontrollable fiends, they were. I couldn't trust even myself anymore.
So I would lie in the dark, letting the tears spill over onto the pillow, listening to the thud of my empty heart again and again.
I had lost everything...everything.

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sunnyhunny This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 28, 2010 at 5:47 pm
This is really good.  This is kind of similar to my writing style, though I've never known how to work with it.  Nice job.
Kasumi said...
Apr. 25, 2010 at 9:06 am

Aww, sad story.

This is how I feel a lot, without the losing everything part. I do go though depression once in a while and I know its hard to get out of. 

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