the little monster was quite the talker

We aren't family anymore. We never were.
We are just strangers living together.
In this broken house, with broken souls.

- a.c

I've always wanted to experience,  for once in my lifetime, to truly understand what it feels like to be crying but with joy instead of sadness.

- a.c

“It was all the same.”
Her last words.
The pills; her struggles.
One by one down her throat,
Beneath her skin.
Slowly reality fades,
Like she did to the people around her.
Nothing mattered,
She didn’t matter.
The empty bottle;
Her empty heart.
No one made her feel special anymore.
The one person alone,
Standing at her grave.
Her alone,
Enclosed with velvet and dirt.
She lived and died the same.
Everything was alone.
Left empty.
“It was all the same.”

And so she jumped.
She was flying, weightless…
The bridge was very tall…
Her senses diminishing with each inch closer to the…
She lost consciousness on her way down...
Her body dissolved into the velvet water…
Hypothermia instantly set in as the bone chilling water
Swallowed her…
Every sense and thought of him floating through the air…
No pulse...
Finally free…
He doesn’t fill her head anymore, the moment she stopped breathing, her blood stopped flowing. He stopped running through her veins, through her head. Her body. The memory of him died as she did.

He stands there,
under the rain.
Cares not about being wet,
or sick.
Cause inside,
he's more than sick,
just by seeing him with someone else.