http://slow.writerscafe.org/bonnielliot The original writings of author Bonnie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000133 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The hardest pill to swallow, is that no one cares to know.The kind of thoughts navigating my mind, instead they seem so... excessively blind.Not even slightly aware- of me lying in the bathroom with a bottle of my own despair, with a empty medicine container in my limp hand.They wouldn't of been abl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2788236/ I've began to consider the possibility that i'm colourblind, because all i see are muted shades of grey.My favourite, once bright fruit- now dullits not just my vision that has became this way, my whole life hasI cant see what colour our label is, If its truly bright greenor is it brick red?I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2788234/ I can feel myself slipping, and i have no clue what to doLife is just lifeless Standing at the front of the bus at the peak of dawnGoing to school and forgetting everythingThen finally reaching home just to start all over againWhen does it end? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2788232/ My first mistake was associating people with songs,I now can't listen to certain songs without thinking about them.My favorite lyrics are now left in the hands of the people who have brought so much pain into my life.if only i could forget them as easily as they walked into my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2787118/ Sleep wasn't just sleep anymore.It was my escape.Until, I couldn't sleep anymore.because then I always have to wake up and do it all over again.So I stay awake, as long as I can.Praying that the days won't start so fast.Sometimes, praying that I don't wake up at all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2786153/  Why did you leave me dad?I don’t even like to call you that.Dad, Dad, Dad.That label does not belong to you.You don’t deserve it.You weren’t even there when I took my first steps, at leastin my eyes you weren’t.I don’t like the idea of yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2785837/ Did you notice?When I slept for hours each day, and stayed up at nightsilently sobbing into my pillow?Did you notice?My hair thinning, as my bones became more visible?Did you notice?My short sleeves became long, with claims of being coldwhile sweating through my layers?No.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2785557/ I hope one day I fall in love with the idea of being alive.I want to fall in love with waking up every morning.I want to fall in love with myself and my future.I want to fall in love with someone who will make me fall inlove with everything that I hate about the world and myself.Be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2785551/ All I wanted was to be perfect.Was that too much to ask?Small waist,Tiny arms,A beautiful smile.But now, leaning over the porcelain bowl, that smile rottedwith the smell of putrid acid.Sitting on the cold tile floor.The little life I had left, slipping away, fading out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2774334/ Welcome to the world of my wonderful thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bonnielliot/2774251/