http://slow.writerscafe.org/oceanatears The original writings of author oceanatears en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040372 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A little under a year from now, I finally decided to turn my browsNo more would be taken from that point onAn escape I needed, an exit that would be strong...A small white bottle cap was the toolSharp, secretive-- it was molded to rule! Black jeans rolled up, lights off: world shut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceanatears/1120121/ "She killed herself." Thats what I heardMy memorial, I saw, nobody cared. My class was forced to go-Just laughed, I was a freak, you know...I collapsed into the petals surrounding my stonePink for the love, white for the purity,Fallen, broken off the tree, like the joy I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceanatears/1120110/ My last memory of the good days... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceanatears/1120108/ Years ago, my grandma who used to abuse me gave me this dream catcher. It's been hanging above my bed for most of my life. I get nightmares, not dreams... I can't bring myself to take it down. I al http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceanatears/1118966/ Never take suicide threats lightly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceanatears/1118922/ Will I ever be pretty? Will I ever be skinny? Will my belly disappear? Will my wrists finally clear? Can "I'm fine" be true? Can I walk in my own shoes? Will somebody love me?I'm talking me. My ugly body. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceanatears/1118394/ Why are colors our jails? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceanatears/1117170/