http://slow.writerscafe.org/Megan%20Elizabeth The original writings of author Megan Elizabeth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776005052 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is not something I asked for.It only brings me painwith everything to lose and nothing to gain. It attatches to me like a magnetI could get myself freeIf it wasn't for he. I'm not to blame,because I sit in shame.I need a place no one will ever hear my name. They say give and get,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Elizabeth/770146/ darkness,a place inside the heart of everyonethis place is not meant to be fun. when i go there i want to be doneis it a cry of help i plead?off of the darkness i feedwith just enough light in the fight to succeedsoon enough the beast within will be free'dalong with darkness comes abitiona .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Elizabeth/766578/ YouAlaways there,hazel eyes,dark, brown hair. YouEncourage me to do right, alawayssomeone I look up toyou're a blue among all greys. YouEmotion in a field of lifeless beingsYou can heal the hurt, or bring the painAlaways pointing out my meaings. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Elizabeth/756529/ The black hole,I stare into it's face everyday.Everything good falls into it,I can't hold onto anything anyway. My life is miserable.My depression is great.One of the dead with his pain all in vain,Sad to think I might reach the same fate. First, I bleed.Next, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Elizabeth/756007/ What you look for in life is the sense of feeling like all your fears will go awayBut your still waiting for the skies to turn grayWishing and hoping you don't have to experience this another day The happy feelings dont lastLooking back to the pastWishing you couldgo back to being a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Elizabeth/629993/ She,the one everyone thinks is a freakThe girl with no nameThey continueously hear her blood-curdleing shriek She's not possesedShe's not eilienShe's not human fleshed The lights go out,senseing something cold, what is it? you don't have a clueShe slips her fingers throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Elizabeth/629817/