http://slow.writerscafe.org/wendiglancy The original writings of author Brokenheartedbabe98 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776271005 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I can hear the crunching, but i can’t feel anything as the glass breaks beneath my feet. I can see the misty fog, but i cant’t feel the air. I feel numb like my legs are just carrying me to an unknown destination. I can hear the sirens as i approach a house. This must be my home because .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendiglancy/1998691/ There's a small pain right behind my heart. A vacant lot you left damaged. Nothing has been able to put down roots since you destroyed the soil on which life thrived. Every now and again the pain grows so great it knocks me down. A terrible twisting pain that makes my breathing stop, a pain so horri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendiglancy/1996758/   Darkness seems to be my only friend these days. It's like no matter how hard i work or how much i do i'm always somehow falling apart. I feel like i woke up in someone else's life and i have no control over it. I don't know how this life got so out of reach, but i wish the owner would c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendiglancy/1996598/ The worst thing about being use to the sadness and depression is not being able to truly feel it anymore. It seems silly until you get to this point, but i miss the days when i cried instantly over the small things. Now the "jokes" don't hurt me the way they use to. I no longer cry at the sound of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wendiglancy/1992642/