Gone

Gone

You wish I was gone. I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me. It’s not hate, it’s indifference. You don’t care enough to hate, you just wish I wasn’t here, breathing the same air as you.

Well you know what? I wish that too. I wish you were gone. I wish I didn’t have to look into your soulless eyes, so dark they look black. Pools of evil for me to drown in if I stare too long. I wish I didn’t have to hear your voice any more too. The way you enunciate every single fucking word and every word drills into my brain. Can’t you just shut up!

Do you ever picture it like I do? You laying there silent forever? No more sharing air. Never again having to hear about your dreams or what you hope for. Just blissful silence. You think about it too? Well you better take a good long look. It might be the last time you see me. It might be the last time I see you.

** This is a work of fiction. The writer is not  having a breakdown. Thanks! **

12 Comments

    1. Author

      Great comment, thanks! If this post had an image it would be someone looking in a mirror. It’s a person talking to their self and it’s fiction.

    1. Author

      Thanks! Self hatred is a powerful thing.

  1. Whoa!! That was freaky, but good… Unforgiving couple. They must have hurt each other a lot. Did you observe a couple who felt this way or was it pure imagination? Just curious, from a writer’s perspective.

      1. Wow!! That interpretation is even better!! I’ll check the links soon. Cheers.

        1. Author

          Thank you, I’m really pleased you didn’t read it that way the first time! 🙂

    1. Author

      Thanks, that’s why I made the note about it being fiction 🙂

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