You are not perfect.

Historien er skrevet på en aften, jeg ikke havde noget at lave.

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1. You are not perfect.

You are not perfect. When he said it was my heart crushed. I ran and ran. I wept and wept. Until i got home. There were making my little brother slept enough. I just wanted to get away. I came into the house. I was thinking just get away. But how? I would take a bath. I am not perfect. But why am I so here? What have I here? I can take everywhere. But I may not be perfect. My heart is crushed. What should I do? I sit here on the toilet and crying.There is no sense with? What is the meaning of life if it is not perfect? Maybe I am who I am. But why should he say it? My life is not perfect. But why am I here? Maybe I am special. I do it here. I will die here. I looked at my little brother who slept. I kissed him on the forehead. I found a knife. I stroke my finger over the knife. I found my red lipstick until I started writing on the mirror "I am perfect now?" I looked at the knife. Without I thought over it was knife in my breast. I sank together on Earth. Since it went up for me what I had done was I dead.

 

 

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Jeg vil ikke skrive mere. Da historien bare er en enkel fortælling.

Jeg er kun 10 år gammel. Men det skal i da ikke tænke på. x3

Jeg har ikke fået hjælp eller brugt internettet. Men min hjerne.

MMAK

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