http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pitzen143 The original writings of author April Fools. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048118 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is a reflection of pain in her eyes as she fights the tears,Wondering why she has kept fighting for all these years.Innocence gone.Just taken away.She's struggling to deal, to be free some day.She tries talking to someone, but no one believed her cries;They thought, just another girl getting a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1471059/ I look around and see all these people smiling and laughing, and I instantly hate them. I hate them because they have the audacity to wear such a smug face while I sit here in agony. I hate people I don't even know, simply for the fact that they're happy. They CAN be happy. They know how to be.. An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1350925/ Growing up, we were all afraid of the monsters under our bed.Never recognizing the terrorizing beasts developing in our head.We blame our fear on convenient fictional tales.Not often do we actually fear what's in the dark, but rather what's in it.Strangers don't frighten us, what they're capable of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1336005/ She walks by you each day,You never notice cause she has nothing to say. You don't see her pain,Or the lines of pierced flesh to free the blood in her veins.She smiles more than a giddy clown, So nobody knows when she gets herself down.You'll never understand the amount of self demand she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1324681/ It becomes late at night, that's when my mind fills with fright. I don't know what others see in the depths of my dark blue eyes; but the darker they grow, the more I lose my soul. Becoming more and more tense as the days expand, I struggle to keep my self contraband. I was always taught - Whenever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1324667/ As I lay here in bed,Thinking of all the things you said -Thoughts are racing, your face is haunting.As I lay here in bed, a knife in my hand,Not a care in the world, if there was, now it's dead.As I lay here in bed, I let go of my self contraband.As I see the blood,streaming down my hand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1324664/ Heart is racing,Thoughts are pacing;Seeing pictures in my mind.During silence, I fear the ending,Your words are far too kind.Do you have to make me feel this?My heart controls my mind..You sweep my feet off of the ground,Your voice is my favorite sound.Like a brave hero, like a charming prince,You m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1324661/ Skies often went from blue to grey,Simply trying to distinguish night from day,Someday knowing why I felt this way.Now these days seemed to drag on for so long, Nevertheless, I remained standing strong,Not really knowing half the time what was even wrong.That innocent little act of mine never deceiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1317847/ She was just a little girl,Too young to be deceived.She called out his name,An answer, she didn't receive.She dreamed & hoped he’d be thereagain someday..She never thought she’d be pushinghim away.He tried too hard, but for all thewrong reasonsMaybe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1317822/ Depression is a beast unable to be tamed by even the bravest warrior. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1317811/ This is a parody I made up listening to a song. I used the beat to make my own piece. Her's was about abuse, mines about growing up without a father. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pitzen143/1317415/