this short story is actually a narrative in loose letter form that somehow also managed to be a free verse poem. i had been thinking a lot about someone i lost about a year and a half ago, and this was the result of a free write. it isn't perfect, but nothing is ever truly perfect. let me know what you guys think. happy reading!
The pain we all have, we hide and never show any one because we are too scared. We fake a smile on our face lying to the people we love every day. We begin to wonder what's the point in all the misery we would be better of dead!