Remember MeWill you remember me?Remember Me by whatsername707
If I died tonight, would you think of me?
Have you ever thought of me?
Have I ever been in your thoughts?
Will you cry? If I were to die tonight, would you cry tomorrow?
I hope not. I never want to see you hurt., even if you've seen me hurt everyday.
But I do hope you remember me.
Maybe then I will be happy again.
Even if it's a bad thought. Remember me.
Please. Please remember me.
I want to know at least someone cares enough to remember.
That is if you really care?
Do you care?
Have you ever cared?
Will you ever care?
No one cares for a nobody like me.
I'm not good enough to be cared over.
Never have been.
Never will be.
I just go by everyday hiding myself behind a mask.
And you've always believed it.
I thought you were different.
But I guess you were just like everyone else.
So, now tell me.
Will you remember me?
Or will you Forget?
(will name later)It was a long way but he finally arrived. He could see the bridge in front of him. he could feel the cold air blow on his face as he stood before the bridge. His heart was beating fast as he took his steps towards it. Being night time with no cars below, emptiness was all that he heard and saw. Tears came to his eyes the closer he got to the center of the bridge. He tried to blink the tears away but they ran down his cheeks even more. He finally got to the center and turned to look out to the road below him. His mind racing with thoughts as he stepped onto the barrier to the side of the bridge. He pushed all thoughts away as best as he could while one thought dominated over the rest. Jump. His mind kept telling him to do it. To end it all. With on final breath he did. He jumped.(will name later) by whatsername707
Bro - Write HomeDaveBro - Write Home by whatsername707
It’s been a while hasn't it? In my first letter I know I didn't really say much. I mean, how could I when I left to get away from everything there? I just couldn't handle it here anymore.
The place in general is nice. Like the forest? You’d like it. Under any other circumstances it’s probably really peaceful here. I mean, yea it does get pretty hot here, but then again that could be because of the war. It also gets dark, none of those city lights to block out the stars here like back in Texas.
The people here, though they seem afraid, they can be helpful with translations and stuff. Haven’t talked to one firsthand, but have heard what others say about them. Seen them of course, it’s hard not to.
Not much to do here while not killing people. Some go into local towns to the bars. I've been a few times, but even here I’m alone. It’s funny sort of, I left from being alone to being just as alone. No one really talks, you know? Not like we used
Help MeIt hurts. The pain of my skin ripping. But do I stop? No, I can’t stop. I’m too weak. I’m too weak to ever stop. But at times, I want to stop. I want to be strong again. But was I ever strong to begin with? Have I ever been strong? No, of course not.Help Me by whatsername707
People like me aren’t strong. Though, I wouldn’t call myself a person. Just a monster living on this world. I should stop that. Then again, that might be those voices calling me a monster. It’s become too hard to tell the difference from them and myself now. They’ve been there for so long. Talking to me. Talking at me.
How long has it been since then. Then being the last time I was with a real person. Not a monster like me. Damn. There I go again, calling myself a monster. I need to stop that. Maybe it’s been only a few days. Or months. Maybe years. I don’t know anymore. It all just mushes together anyways right? And was it even a real person? Probably not now that I think about it. I s
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Luckily, he got Roman. He wasn't a bad looking guy either. He had light brown hair that was borderline dusty blonde, medium-length that fe
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