Cherophobia (Pt 1)
Cherophobia (Pt 1) feeling stories
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The fear of being happy, or the feeling of happiness itself.

Cherophobia (Pt 1)

I don't like feeling happy-

For me it's a waste of time,

Why? You may wonder-

For me, happiness comes with a fine.

Every time I go to parties-

Or some fun social event-

A scolding comes afterwards-

A scolding comes afterwards- Me in the back seat-

A scolding comes afterwards- Me in the back seat- A hand slinking forwards-

A scolding comes afterwards- Me in the back seat- A hand slinking forwards- The girl shrinking away in defeat

A scolding comes afterwards- Me in the back seat- A hand slinking forwards- The girl shrinking away in defeat As the hand

Slaps,

Pinches,

Cuffs her at the temple.

Then they would be angry,

Their voices will turn hoarse,

As spittle starts flying,

Their words leaving bullet holes.

Eventually I noticed,

In the mirror,

That my smile has started to fade-

Become less sincere.

Lies came easier,

My heart is a shell.

I gave out so much,

Tried to love and please,

Yet when what was returned was half the amount given,

I'm broken all over again.

Soon I'm freezing,

A stranger to myself,

A husk of what I've been.

I start to doubt my rights to happiness,

It eats me up inside,

Till I've become a monster.

They say wounds heal,

And scars fade.

But the scars on my heart are piled,

Right on top of each other,

Till they hardened,

And formed a tiny pearl.

Sometimes I wonder,

Alone, late at night-

When everyone else's asleep.

Whether are there people like me-

Or am I alone,

Numb and cold,

All on my own.

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