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Drama Monologue- 2I walked the streets every night this week. I was pretty lucky, actually. Yep. I made almost $300. It wasn’t my first choice, no. But when is it ever anyone’s first choice? I do what I have to do to live.Drama Monologue- 2
When I think back to myself at 10 years old, I can’t understand the transition from that innocent child to the monster I am now. I walked the streets every night this week. I never thought I’d turn out like this.
It all started October 25th, 2005. My parents went to a party being hosted by their close friends. It was only a 15-minute drive. Just to the other side of the city. I was at my friend
by *fadedblackhearts
Monologue of Love.It was all over in only a few minutes. The doorbell rang and my world was flipped upside down. He had been everything to me: my friend, my husband, he was my whole life. He was the reason why I woke up in the morning. He was the reason why I was placed onto this fragile earth. He was the air behind each love filled breath I inhaled.Monologue of Love.
When I imagined our life together, being husband and wife, I didn’t think it would only last for 6 months. Love like ours is supposed to last forever.
What am I supposed to do now? What’s in store for my life from now on? He was my life and without him, what’s the point? I
by *fadedblackhearts
Monologue: Who am I?Who am I anymore, I used to know, I could tell by the swollen eyes in the reflection of the dusty mirror, but now it’s no use, my eyes are no longer blackened by running mascara from the relentless, endless tears. I don’t know who I am when I’m not searching for the blade of a slightly dull knife, sharp enough to hurt, dull enough to lighten the scars. Who am I without my blue? What are my pass-times other than surfing the waves of the deep blue depression,Monologue: Who am I?
sinking
and sinking
and sinking some more. &nb
by *fadedblackhearts
Potential Drama Monologue.Have you ever wondered why you were born? Think about it. Have you really wondered why you were placed on this earth? Why are we all here? Why am I, why are you, why is he, why is she? Sometimes, when I’m alone in my room, especially when I’m upset, I just break down. I think about all the things I’ve done wrong. All my mistakes and I wonder. Why am I here? All I do is cause trouble. My dad didn’t love me. He was never home, and then he just up and left, leaving mom and I to fend for ourselves. Mom started working two jobs. Two jobs! And it was all for me. All so I had some food on the table.Potential Drama Monologue.
Sometimes, when I do se
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You're So Full of It.When I think of you, my smile fades My heart skips a beat and it fills with hate I don't want you here anymore How could you make my head so sore With your mind games and your bullshitYou're So Full of It.
And your stupid little comments?
You make no sense when you speak to me You want me to be here with you, but you see- You never take the time to see how I feel It's almost like what we have isn't real You took my hand and told me "forever" But I guess- forever has past
Your little games have played on too long We're done and I hope that you know We'll never be fri
by *fadedblackhearts
Potential Drama Monologue.Have you ever wondered why you were born? Think about it. Have you really wondered why you were placed on this earth? Why are we all here? Why am I, why are you, why is he, why is she? Sometimes, when I’m alone in my room, especially when I’m upset, I just break down. I think about all the things I’ve done wrong. All my mistakes and I wonder. Why am I here? All I do is cause trouble. My dad didn’t love me. He was never home, and then he just up and left, leaving mom and I to fend for ourselves. Mom started working two jobs. Two jobs! And it was all for me. All so I had some food on the table.Potential Drama Monologue.
Sometimes, when I do se
by *fadedblackhearts
The Broken Reflection.You’ll never know the pain she feels when she looks into the mirror, She’s crying on the inside, screaming on the outside, but you’ll never hear her Because her sobs are disguised within a masculine voice,The Broken Reflection.
Her confidence is shattered and broken, so is her poise She feels nothing but confusion, but she’s ready to come out She’s bursting from the seams of the costume he wears She’s dreading the transition that’s coming ahead,
But she knows inside that what she has is rare Because she’s absolutely beautiful in every single way But the pain she feels i
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