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Haunting Me...Why do you haunt me as if I'm no longer here? Why do you torment my mind with things I cant bear? Why am I here saying all these things to you, why can't I sleep without seeing you. You were there that night, and you didnt care, you thought it would be fun, a sport where nothing could go wrong. Something did go wrong that night didn't it now? I got away and now im safe and sound. A few scratches and a slight bruise to prove my tale, and you still out there instead of being locked away. Your two comrades, very helpful werent they? They were the ones that let me away, a few seconds faster with what they were supposed to do, if only they had gotten there to help you. You thought it would be easy, to sneak up on me like that, thought I wouldnt notice and it would be the end of that. I knew all along, I knew from the start, since I passed that complex and headed into the lot. I saw you following, with your buddies behind, trying not to seem obvious to the naked eye. You thought I wouldn't k
Thinking of Me and You...You think anyone cares? Some people do care, they care because they care for you. No matter how stupid the topic, or how silly you sound, these people will be there for you and will hold you up when you are down. You think its so easy being perfect. You think its so easy being me. You have it all wrong, for being me is one the hardest people you can be. My mind is my enemy, my parents turned against me. My brother doesn't care and others are there to hurt me. My friends are there, thats true enough, but they must tire from the constant fuss. I am worthless dont you see? I am nobody to you and nobody to me.
Explaining who I am will take the fun out of life. I have no purpose and I don't really want to lie. My lies are told to avoid getting hurt, some are to avoid hurting others. It hurts so much that its quite unbearable, sitting in my bed crying silent tears of failure. You think its so easy dont you? You may be smart, funny and get most of what you want. You may have a ton of friends,
how the mighty have fallen. how the weak have overturned the strong. how life changes. fate, destiny and life are cruelties in this world of ours. we live each day, never knowing if it will be our last or only one among many. each day is a different journey, different adventure. the only way to separate each day from the next is the few hours of unconciousness known as sleep. to say life is overrated would be true for some. what life is i do not really know. all i know that this is the end. life as we know it is changing as it always has been. what was around ten years ago is not obsolete, what was around even 2 years ago is now being surpassed by newer and better inventions. as our technology grows and we begin to reproduce at a steadier rate, the planet will slowly be destroyed. over centuries, the world has slowly began crumbling until we reach a point where we will not have a world anymore. the phrase, "you dug your grave, now lie in it" is true here. we destroyed o
BetrayalShe twisted her wrists trying to get them loose. It was no use. They had been bound tightly and the knots seemed unmoveable. She closed her eyes with defeat and thought back, trying to organize her thoughts of what happened.
It had been a stormy day. The sky was dark with clouds and the wind blew strongly. The shutters on the classroom's windows rattled and she could hear the wind howling outside. She shivered a bit as the cold air streamed by. Sighing, she continued copying the notes on the board. I have to concentrate and bring up my mark, she thought, thinking about her last test, another failure. Glancing up at the clock she saw that the class was almost over. As the teacher finished writing the homework on the board the bell rang, signalling the end of another school day.
"Hi Sidney", she called as she neared her locker. Her good friend was there waiting for her. She grabbed her lock and twirled it to the correct digits. Cursing as she messed up and it wouldn't open, s
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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