Why Aren't You Here? by AutumnNight714, literature
Literature
Why Aren't You Here?
Every night I dream
Of holding you in my arms
Feeling the softness of your hair
And how smooth your skin is
Of making your lips curl to the sky
And turning your cheeks red
I dream of and wish to
Take care of you
And cheer you up
Keep you safe
And never let you go
I hope to
Hold your hand tight
Wrap our feet together in bed
Keep you warm against me
And touch my lips on yours
But you’re not here…
Why aren’t you here?
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I DON'T, I REPEAT, DON'T DO FANSIGNS. (I have far too many people who watch me, and it wouldn't be fair)
1. wake up. do not look at your phone he didn’t text you. i know it’s hard pulling the warm sheets off of you because they remind you of the way his arms wrapped around you but think about the time he held you too tight and you were afraid and get out of bed.
2. take a shower. wash off the touch of his arms and replace it with healing water. try not to close your eyes, it’s easier to forget that way.
3. eat breakfast. he always viewed you as small and weak but you will be strong and you will march through the day without him. pack a snack.
3. walk to school. do not listen to the song he picked for you two. do not listen to t
Out of the Psych ward that is. I may have ran across the parking lot screaming and spinning in circles but shh we're gonna pretend that never happened. I've never been so excited to go home and take a shower longer than 15 minutes and be able to walk out of the bathroom without being eye raped by guys (and girls!?!) that could be my parents, also to be able to go into my room without some security dude patting down my ass everytime.(yeah, might have some nightmares about that one), and to watch quality television and eat food that isn't loaded with fat and carbs.
Plus, i have meds that put me higher than the sky, so always an added bonus.
I really hate psych wards in hospitals. Especially adult ones. Someone is watching me as i type this as if i'm somehow gonna kill and or hurt myself with phone. Better watch out nancy, a knife might magically spring up from the headphone port on the top of my iphone.
Also, I got in trouble for sleeping on the couch in the "visitor area" after lunch because they lock my room after feeding time because I might "throw up my food". Because yes i'm going to be able to purge with you walking in on me every 5 seconds. So what else was I supposed to do? I'm not gonna go color pictures of faded animals to make you happy. I'm not gonna go socialize t