ShyGirlAlisha

My feet clip clop on the tiles of the airport. Yet, I do not hear a clip clop, I hear myself walking away from all that I know only to go into the unknown. With every clip clop I begin to ask myself why I am doing this to myself and my family. I ask myself why I am going thousands of miles away; maybe to escape my problems here on this side of the world, maybe to prove a point, maybe, just maybe, the clip clops are leading me to the place where I find myself. The last wave goodbye wretches on my heart and the pain is expressed through hot tears welling up. The hot tears dribble down the side of my cheek and my lungs gasp for air that I have b

February 2nd, 2013 Today... my heart has died. The barren hands of two people, no not people, monsters, have taken what I loved most, they turned it around and they stabbed me with it. Yet, it pierced the bottom of my heart, where all of the love came spilling itself out in the form of tears dripping down my cheeks and falling upon the dead leaves where now my heart joined, it died, it died alongside the suicide of a bond that those monsters forced apart. Their claws shredded it apart and their teeth smiled as they watched me fall to the ground as if my world was collapsing alongside me, it was after all, my world was taken from me and given