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How are you?How are you?That was the question.Guilt is eating me from the inside out.Hatred is thrashing deep within me.Lying is surfacing without intentions.Insecurity is mocking all my traits.Denial is shoving a mask onto my face.Silence is screaming at me with no sound.Rebellion is giving me false confidence.Jealously is ripping apart my eyeballs.Loneliness is locking me from society.Betrayal is trashing my bonds with others.Mistrust is building a prison inside.Sadness is pushing my soul to tears.Insanity is clouding my thoughts.Numbness is stealing my emotions.Fear is forcing me to rely on instinct.Ignorance is crafting an artificial world.Confusion is leaving me in the dust.Exhaustion is luring me into a coma.Worry is shaking my mind endlessly.Pain is breaking me into pieces.But my true response?I'm okay.
Day of SilenceBullying is suicide. It's not harmless fun and games. It's not just a normal teenage teasing, or something we can turn a blind eye to. It exists, and it's all around us. And it needs to stop. It needs to stop before more people lose thier lives.Today was my first year of celebrating Day of Silence. I wore duct tape over my mouth, and not a single word emerged from my throat. My vocal cords were not just asleep, but hibirnating. And although I couldn't speak, sometimes I truly wished that I could. Just a single person would ask the question. It was that one fatal question that made me want to spill my feelings out like paint from a bucket. It made me feel like ripping the duct tape off, and telling them how I felt. The question still rang in my mind like a bell.What's being silent going to do?When today started, I didn't know what to expect. I looked pretty foolish walking around with a big wad of blue tape on my face. In the morning, I got some strange glances from people wondering
One Day LeftThe world is going to end in just 24 hours. One day of chaos, suffering, and horror beyond your wildest nightmares. But a few people stand out. These are people who against all odds have found a reason to smile, and they discover lessons that most people never experince. These are their stories.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His ReligionThe rain was endless, falling every way and direction like a hurricane. The veil that covered her was soaking wet and blowing with the breeze. She held onto it with a clamped hand and tried to see through the blur of madness. She had come across a mosque that had been left behind. It made sense. The building was home to spiders and cobwebs, struggling to hold on in such a storm, and this same building was i
SomeoneSometimes it really hurts. Sometimes I wish I could go to school and be called beautiful, make friends, break out of my shell, have people hug me and support me or even just give me an encouraging smile. I long to be touched. I wish someone would do so. As a child, one is always being held or carried or having their hair stroked. People seem to grow bubbles of personal space as they grow older. I'm lonely, and hurt, and I feel alone. I don't know how to handle the problems I'm facing. Constantly looking at the world through a distant and dusty window, comparing myself to strangers and desperately seeking a voice from someone. Someone who will not only listen, but care. Someone who won't just sit beside me, but hold me close. Someone who won't just like me, but who will love me.