A Hidden Fairy Tale
December 13, 2011 in My story, Poetry
Once Upon A Time there was a little girl who was happy but as she grew she found herself lost and alone she tried to run away to escape her pain but it always found her wherever she went. She would hide behind closed doors and solum words, only the true could see her pain. She found a way out, where she would go was peacefull no pain and no loss. It did not last long she found she could go only f…our weeks at the longest, if she went more then once in a week she would find herself in more pain when she would return. People ask her to stop going they said “It only causes more pain it doesnt help” but to her it did. She found her self going more and more and when she would return it felt a little bet better but then the pain would come back. So she would return to that place to find peace and happeness. She thought it was doing her good, but she was actually putting herself in danger not realising it, it was taking her life bit by bit. They all tried to stop her in one way or another but she always found a way back. Its what she needed she craved it it was like a drug to her. She was Addicted to it.
Angela said on December 16, 2011
I LOVE THAT!!!!! THAT IS LIKE MY WHOLE LIFE RIGHT THERE!!!! God are we like long lost siters or something lol
Kristen Anderson said on December 23, 2011
Bought tears to my eyes!…
jordan said on January 30, 2012
wooooooow
loved it Once Upon A Time there was a little girl who was happy but as she grew she found herself lost and alone she tried to run away to escape her pain but it always found her wherever she went. She would hide behind closed doors and solum words, only the true could see her pain. She found a way out, where she would go was peacefull no pain and no loss. It did not last long she found she could go only f…our weeks at the longest, if she went more then once in a week she would find herself in more pain when she would return. People ask her to stop going they said “It only causes more pain it doesnt help” but to her it did. She found her self going more and more and when she would return it felt a little bet better but then the pain would come back. So she would return to that place to find peace and happeness. She thought it was doing her good, but she was actually putting herself in danger not realising it, it was taking her life bit by bit. They all tried to stop her in one way or another but she always found a way back. Its what she needed she craved it it was like a drug to her. She was Addicted to it.
Emmalie ostler-Miller said on January 31, 2012
Now i dont want to think that any one here would take my work and try to get credit for it.. but I don’t mind if you post it just please give credit to those who wrote it! if i ever find out that some one tried to take my poems as there own i WILL! take down my work and i will turn you in!