http://slow.writerscafe.org/Meanreed8 The original writings of author Sunsets&SilhouetteDreams en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072705 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We were a classic American family, except there was a twist, we all had a mental illness written on our wrists. Whether it was Bipolar, Autism or ADD,we all had something, some sort if disease. No one would talk about it, or admit it in conversation. But could you really blame th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1497148/ At the top,standing tall.At the bottom,lying down.The fall. That's what matters.Did you hold on for a while?Did you try at all?Did you simply let go?I'll never know.But you do.That's what matters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1437566/ Yep....life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1374231/ Random Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1332647/ Life isn't a fairy tale.There are no magical powers.No fairy godmothers.No Prince Charmings.And no promises of happy endings.Noone is looking for you.No one wants to help you, And no one will save you.Life is no fairy tale. It's a story about people telling you no.Until you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1306729/ I want to know that feeling.That feeling of being wanted. Needed.My emotions betray my mind.They trick me into wanting.Needing.Then my brain reminds me that I'm not wanted.Not needed.And my heart remembers that it's pointless.To want someone. To need them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1306726/ Life is a series of ups and downs.When you're up you can touch the stars,when you're down you feel Hell bound.You either want to die,or feel like everything's great.We are to ride this roller coaster,it's our only fate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1306723/ They all lay in their beds, counting the stars,while I sit on the floor, counting my scars.They see them all, shooting across the sky,while I'm still counting, I'm at forty-five.They'll never know, they're partly to blame,and I'll never tell them, that'd ruin the game.They make fun of me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1259950/ Seeing all of their smiles, of them and their many friends,makes me wonder about mine.Seeing all of those photos,of them and their perfect family,makes me wonder about mine.Seeing her and her boyfriend,holding each other like that,makes me wonder about mine.Seeing other people's lives,filled wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1251023/ My mom is gone, she up and left me.My dad is gone, he took to drinking.My friends are gone, they lied and deceived me.My boyfriend is gone, I caught him cheating. My brother is gone, he outgrew me.My sister's gone, she got into stripping.I wish I was gone, everyone forgot me.They left me alone,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1250823/ They're like coyotes; sniffing around until they smell blood in the air. Waiting for that one unfortunate gazelle to walk by so they can attack. She could feel them stalking her, their prey. They could sense her weakness, feel the sorrows of her soul. They would soon attack, she knew there was no st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1249756/ She snuck around the corner, knowing there was no way she could turn back now. She could feel the cold steel of the blade running down the nerves of her hand, through her arm, all the way to her heart. Piercing her soul with the realization of what she was about ot do. If she was caught she knew she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1249748/ She'd run out of obvious options, yes, but she finally realized that she did have one, if worst came to worst. She didn't want to do what she needed to, but she couldn't continue to wallow in the depression of his post mutilation. She couldn't leave, but she also couldn't stay. The only thing to do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1249718/ She stared down at the purple bruises covering her arms, almost fully yellow even where they weren't purple, all from their past arguments. If that's what you even wanted to call them. It was really him just coming home from the bar mad, and her trying to hide quickly, before saw where she went. He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanreed8/1249416/