Self Esteem

Prose written by flickeringfairy on Sunday 23, January 2011

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Teenage Angst/Emo before it had a name

Overall Rating: 90.3%

This writing has been rated by 2 members, resulting in a rating of 90.3% overall. Below is a breakdown of these results:

Concept/Plot:90.5%
Imagery:90%
Spelling & Grammar:89%
Flow/Rhythm:90.5%
Vocabulary:91.5%
Close your eyes my dear, the pain only lasts long enough to hurt. Close your eyes and it may go away. If only the truth didn't hurt so bad. Especially when the truth is the realization of your own self hate. Self mutilation is a key to the mind. It opens up dark hallways and lets the soul escape, free to roam the wild blue yonder, the grassy knoll where the assassins sit and wait for the oncoming traffic. Ready to shoot, locked on the target. BOOM! The soul shrieks back into it's dwelling, struck down by a single bullet or was it two or maybe a bombardment an onslaught of hate. Words, Words that mean nothing yet everything. Words that tear at the being and scar for life, months, days, or years. Bullets that rip at the innards and thrust them outward, to be lost in the realm of the self-conscious never to be retrieved again. Sleep. Close your eyes and sleep. For sleep will whisk away the pain, the heartache, the hatred, the self mutilation, the soul, So, sleep.
   

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    Very dark and tragic.
    Fine prose; well written.