Submissions by savannahpg24 (AngstyCreator)

By: Savannah Graves
Inspired by: Shane Koyczan

Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
We’ve all heard it. That rhyme. About sticks and stones.
When I was little, I took care of my mom. She was constantly wasted. Not a memory of her sober in my head. I attended several of her weddings, none of which lasted more than two months. I routinely fell asleep to the sound of yelling. Cursing. Glass breaking. Curse words thrown back and forth.
As was best for me, I was taken away from her. Placed in the home of my cousins. Loving people who barely...

I lay my head down, and he visits me. He’s shadowless, he has this… glow. It’s the only light in my world of thought. But lately, it’s been dim. When I ask him about it, he claims he’s fine. He used to dance around, drawing and capturing the hearts and minds of even the darkest creatures. Now, I notice, as his light dims, it flickers. In those bright moments in between, he’s more captivating than ever. But it disappears as quickly as it comes. Some days, I can just hear his voice. We sit and talk. I tell him about my world, trying to get him to come. He just changes the subject.
Tonight,...

I’ve sat here for ages, the walls surrounding me. They’re closing in now. Inch by inch, foot by foot. They’re swallowing me. But all I can do is sit. What should I do? What would I do even if I wanted to do something? The door is right there, screaming at me to escape.
Hm… I think I’ll stay here. It’s easier, and much more comfortable. And I’m sure the walls will stop. Surely they won’t crush me. I look around. The walls.
The walls? Are they slowing down? Have they stopped? Maybe they’re waiting. DARING me to walk right through the door. Ha! They’re mocking me.
Well, no, the...

Every time I close my eyes, I see her. Is she me? Is she how others see me? Maybe she’s who I want to be. She’s a free spirit but too afraid to discover herself. She is set in her ways, but doesn’t even know who she really is. What does she want? What does she believe? What is her reason to wake up every morning? It could be freedom, but she feels imprisoned. Not by the world, but by her own thoughts. Her mind is a scary place. Others admire her, but inside she feels broken. Those who know her best just seem to hurt her. She has had so much pain, she doesn’t know who to trust. She’s has had...