psychotardo

The Secret by Marie Chute Why? A little voice is demanding in my head, it can't figure out why I'm dying here in this bed. What went wrong? Where did I fail? I lie, confused, unable to lift the veil. Where? A sorrowful voice is rattling in my chest; it can't relocate the part of me that left. Where did it go, this good feeling inside? Why have you gone and where did you hide? When? A snide voice is whispering in my ears, exactly when did you leave in these past couple years? Was it last winter, or was it this week? I guess the time doesn't matter – only the leak. Please! A desperate voice is shrieking in my bones, Plea