SilverBloodshed

    It was the late afternoon. The unrelenting stress of being nothing more than a bog. Siitting on the bed day and night, only getting up for my necessities such as food and restroom.    It's time to break away from this madness ... It was stressful enough to break away from an abusive ex-boyfriend. Such a kind to manipulate. To control, and seize your strength down to nothing greater than a grain of sand. Too bad the feelings of care still remain. The memories suddenly have to be flushed away, all lay buried under the dirt decaying slowly until ... There's nothing else.    I head to the front of the gymnasium outside of my former school.