Heartbreak

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: 'The Odd Ones'
"People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long." - Johnny Depp

Submitted: March 11, 2016

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WARNING: Some content may be triggering. Read at your own risk if topics of suicide and/or abuse trigger you.

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A girl and a guy met in high school

and instantly they clicked;

they talked all day and into the night,

and they were happy with whom they picked.

 

One morning she didn’t see him,

and the next his eyes were all bruised,

his arm was limp,

no joy, no skip,

his skin was black and blue.

 

Something is wrong, she thought to herself,

and boy was she right, indeed,

as the abusive nature of his folks

is what his pain will feed.

 

He came to school, his long sleeves down,

but when she raised them,

he panicked and frowned,

she caught a glimpse of the cuts she found,

and off he ran,

from her mouth came no sound.

 

She never told anyone,

and then he never came,

absent from school,

soon present in a grave.

 

The funeral was quiet and vacant,

but she had to behave,

she had to cry,

be sad,

behave,

mourn for the loss,

show tears,

behave,

feel sorry,

behave,

stay silent,

behave,

remember him,

behave,

behave,

behave.

 

That's all it seemed she had to do,

was behave, and to see it through.

 

She had to hold in the burning thoughts,

the things she knew were blackened,

but in her heart, she knew he left

a letter explaining what happened.

 

In the end, however,

a story is just a story.

 

We all tell one,

some with gore, but some in glory.

 

We all have faults,

mistakes we deal with sorely.

 

We all take our chances,

we all go on our journey.

 

Some might end in sadness,

some might need some help.

 

Some might need a pick-up,

to be put back on the shelf.

 

But the person in this story

couldn’t deal with what she felt…

 

as she was just a girl,

 

who loved a boy,

 

who didn’t love himself.


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