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I love youThrough the goodness that we know
Through the cold and bitter snow
Even if this world will turn us insane
No matter how much pain
We will leave behind the problems of the past
Facing the future at a long last
New problems will surely arise
But when I look at your pretty eyes
That's the moment when I just know
Together we will always pull through
Because I love you
Understand "I see you don't understand the situation."
I don't understand. I can't understand. The pain you feel for such a person. I just can't. Even I don't understand why. Even though I don't know the whole situation, yet, I can't understand why.
"She's the first person I've opened up my heart to in such a long time."
She betrayed you. Threw you away like trash. You said this yourself and you still are loyal to her. Loyal to such a person. I try to understand but your logic isn't within my reach. It's frustrating but I try to understand.
I want to type the words out and send it to you, to comfort you and your broken soul. Even if it's to comfort you, to make it seem like there is someone out there in your reach, to understand you I can't lie in such a situation.
Why Do I Cry?Why do I cry?
Why do I weep?
Why do I sigh?
Even in my sleep?
Maybe because I'm alone,
Maybe because I feel cast out.
Maybe because of trouble at home,
Maybe because other people shout.
Why do I sit in solitude?
Why do I dread company?
Why do I have an anti-social attitude?
Why do I accept self-enmity?
Maybe because my friendships always sink.
Maybe because I'm afraid.
Maybe because I don't think
That anyone will come to my aid.
Why do people hate me?
Why don't they care?
Why don't they see?
Why aren't they aware?
Maybe because I'm not important,
Maybe they think it's a crime.
Maybe they see me as a mutant,
Maybe I'm not worth their time.
Why do I sob?
Why do I stay apart?
Why can't I stop?
Why do I have a broken heart?
I think I know why I cry,
Maybe because life is bad.
But I think the main reason why,
Maybe because I'm really sad.
Why Would You? Zoe walked to class with books pressed tightly against her chest. Walking silently down the corridor with her head memorized by the wall she walked by a group of girls who grabbed her backpack and yanked her to the floor. Her butt landed on the floor with a loud "THUD".
Damn, now that's going to leave a mark.
The girls just laughed and pointed while she quickly tried picking up the books that lay scattered on the floor of the school corridor. Zoe felt the tears coming on.
Not in front of these freaks.
"What a loser."
"What a loser."
I pressed my pen against the lined paper and crossed out the sentence I had just taken three seconds of my life to write. As I sat completely uninterested by my biology teacher's lecture I had taken th
Inner DemonsThey always gossip.
They chatter as if I can't hear them.
'What a waste of space.'
'She got scolded again today.' One giggled.
'Pathetic, isn't it?' The other agreed.
I don't feel comfortable talking about my problems. Not to my friends, or my family. I always get those judgmental looks.
All I have is myself.
But that's even worse.
I sob quietly in the corner next to the balcony. I pick up a pen and pad. Shakily opening it up, I do what I usually do.
Express myself in the only way I know how.
Tears stain the pad and the fresh ink gets smeared. Fighting the tears back with everything I have, only to end up in vain. Tears flow even harder, and their voices get louder.
'Look at you. How disgusting.' They giggle sadistically.
I look to the balcony, my thoughts getting darker.
'What are you waiting for? Go on, foolish girl.' They taunt, mock dripping from their voices.
Warily getting up, I slide the door open an
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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