shawnsterdotnet — Dark Rooms and Whispers in the Morning. Divorce #8
Published: 2015-07-14 08:33:12 +0000 UTC; Views: 237; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0 Redirect to originalDescription
The story is still being written, but I have no power to edit it. The words are on the page already, but I'm not allowed to read them. I'm a part of the story, but I'm left in the dark to find out the ending when everyone else does too. What happened to us, why am I left so far in the dark? Why do I feel like a door mat, walked all over without care. What is it I'm not being told? Would it fix things, or just make them worse? We're in the same house, but for me it's not a home, for me it's a prison and you're not really there, just a picture on my wall, to remind me of who I leave behind. I wake up every day, but I'm not feeling awake. I live every day, but I don't feel alive. I want everything to be fine, but none of it is. When will this pain subside? How long will I cry for you?
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