Hear My Cry

Every night starts out the same. My dream and I. I hear all the voices of my classmates, yelling, laughing, and most of all, harassing me. ‘Loser’, ‘Nerd’, ‘Four Eyes’, ‘Know it all’, all of those words. Sometimes, I end up with bruises at the end of the day. I saw dark shadows overrule me, taking everything I've wanted and dreamt about. I woke up with sweat on my face. My heart, beating so fast out of my chest. The fan, blowing loudly. I looked over at my original alarm, and read 2:45 A.M. I…

Under my breath Juana repeated an ancient magic to guard against such evil, and on top of that she muttered spoke a Hail Marry Between every breath and with the soft sounds of chattering teeth. My body slowly inching forward, slowly and gracefully. My hands shaking like the wind whistling though the willow trees, with my hands clammy like the clam I am, and my eyes were on the scorpion. Beneath it is my child our child Coyotito,reaching and giggling, in the handing in the box underneath the…

Death itself is not difficult to comprehend; the funeral is. This is clear as I am currently drowning in my sorrows, as my feet march into this black abyss. All I can hear is the heavy, pounding feet of others, as we march as one. Marching to our downfall. It is a difficult sight to witness: couple’s hands clenched together, gripping at each-other as though the pain will subside if they squeeze hard enough. It’s purely comfort. But sometimes I wonder if it is merely superficial comfort – to…

caused her to feel alone and having almost to no trust and in turn, she drowns into the deep depths of depression as she struggles to express herself and say things like“I open a paperclip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what…

"I want to cry..." I told my friend and she got frowned. "What's wrong dear..? Are you OK?" was her immediate reply. "Yes, everything is probably fine. I just want to cry without any reason." "No.. There must be something wrong. What are you hiding from me?" "Nothing. It's just that I badly want to cry. Is it necessary to have some reason?" I asked. "Ummm yess I suppose otherwise why would anyone choose to cry?" was her another question. "Don't you smile without any reasons at times?" I was…

My Rough Reality As days pass, I'd notice myself all alone. No one to my left, no one to my right, all alone, from left in right. It started in my early adulthood, it started minor, but now I can't even go outside without being paranoid or given dirty looks, I spend most of my time staring at the wall, thinking, if there's any hope, or meaning left to my life anymore. It usually ends up with me screaming, and crying; crying myself to my sleep, or sometimes barely getting any sleep,…

well-being affects the baby’s even before it enters the real world. What do fetus learn? They learn their mother’s voice, but they also hear other people 's voices but its not as clear as their mothers. When they first hear voices they are often muted or muffled, but their mother 's voice is reverberated through her own body and it reaches the fetus faster, so the baby can hear her voice better. Once the baby is born it prefers her voice and wants listen to her over anyone else. Scientists…

slides under my shirt and traces random lines on my stomach sending little tingles throughout my body. If I was thinking normally, I would be thinking about my stomach fat.He breaks away from the kiss and looks at me with his ice blue eyes, then at my ' This girl loves Sam Smith' t-shirt. He lifts it slowly as if he thought I was going to stop him. I don't know what i'm thinking anymore. One side of of my brain is screaming stop him, what is wrong with you? The other agrees with my raging…

the floor soon stains my hands. I sob uncontrollably in my bath tub with each cut. I see my parents and my friends begging me to stop, but the voices in my head keep telling me to continue. It will all be okay; you are safe, you are home. Keep on cutting till you are numb and relaxed. Can you smell that sweet baby scent? Yeah, that’s your anxiety going away. With each slash, I slowly began to lose my sanity no longer realizing who I am any longer. Submerging in a pool of my blood. Before the…

to remember music you would hear in a thriller movie, for example, Halloween. The movement of the piece was robotic now and again. The movements went from quick to moderate, with the dancers in and out of the entire performance. The second performance was titled “From Me, To You.” This dance performance was a solo act performed by a female dancer. There was no music involved in this piece, just a commentary…