His Pain***
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...sitting on a chair in the middle of the room; looking into the bottom of another empty liquor bottle. Winds of the storm blow hard, rattling the loose pieces of their once happy home. He looks at the bed from the corner of his eye; a tear rolls down his cheek. Remembering the smile she would wear, the look of her eyes, the smell of her hair when she'd wrap her arms around him. Squeezing the bottle hard in pain; it shatters into pieces before him. Trying to drown out the bloody images that plague his mind of her lifeless body strewn across the bed, of broken pictures and broken furniture from the fight she had put up. Killing him inside knowing that he could not be there when she needed him most. A home broken and silent; sitting there wishing to turn back time. Broken without her by his side. He looks at the broken glass as thoughts run his mind; a soft embrace wraps around him, easing some of the pain. The storm roars as he lets out a scream; never being able to leave this pain behind...
***I do not condone violence, substance abuse, or self harm. This writing is simply, a writing. No one was harmed in any way during the writing of this post. If you are having any thoughts of self harm, please reach out to someone and be safe. Here is a link to reach out to someone just to talk if you should ever need it. Thank you***
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