Young, Free, AloneAs a child I knew what pain was, and as an adult I still feel like the cuts on my wrist will never leave. When we were young, we were like a medow of flowers. We were happy.
But honestly now I look back it hurts and I realised that you weren't my friend. Merely an acquaintance, with whom I shared my every feeling and emotion.
You asked me for tips and called me kind or pretty, but it was all a pitty.
Girls may be made of sugar and spice, but the recipe was changed in your creation. And the rules barely followed during my own.
After what you did.
And you've made me mad and insane, I hide behind a fake personality. I was told that you have to obey the rules. But if they weren't followed during my creation, how can I follow them later on.
I own my life.
I am me.
I will be.
I will be your end.
The young stuttering girl to scared to speak up or even keep eye contact.
But my time has come.
And so has yours.
I'll go once the the pain leaves my thoughts.
Do You Know?If you know what I'm going through then say.
Do you know?
Do you know what it feels like for me everyday I see you, having my heart stop and then beat at a speed that people would call abnormal.
Do you know?
Do you know how much I think about you?
Do you know that you're in my dreams every night?
Do you know what it feels like knowing that my feelings will never be returned?
Do you know I miss you when your ill?
Do you know that when your not in school I panic and think of the worst?
Do you know what it feels like loving someone?
Do you know what crazy ideas my brain comes up?
Do you know how jealous I get when you go off with someone?
Do you know how much I care?
Do you Know of my love for you?
Do you know that you play with my emotions?
Do you know that your all that keeps me going?
Do You know that you're my life?
Do you know that your my little burst on sunlight and hope?
Do you know what its like for me without you?
Do you know that I jump to conclusions?
Do you know why I'm happy
I hear it.
All the time.
On the bus.
In the house.
Its all I hear.
You can't escape.
Flappy bird will get you whether you like it or not.
StrandedI was here from the beginning.
Well, the beginning of her
I was labelled as ‘non-existent’ just a figure of her imagination an imaginary friend by her relatives. When I ask her to tell them I do exist and that I’m right here, only a few listen and out of those few people there are none that actually believe.
She is my life, the only thing I have. It’s a common occurrence to see us sitting at the back of the of the class being ignored or just being called weird and abnormal. There’s always an advantage though, we’re not physically being bullied only verbally with words that cause just about as much as a paper cut. That’s all it is, thousands of paper cuts all around our body dripping out blood and the tears leaking from our eyes glide down the soft pale skin just to reach the floor and join the puddle of the mixed liquids that has formed at our feet. The salty liquid stung as it traced over cuts that had formed during the years of o