Fancies herself a beat up doll.Leave me behindIn your broken dreamsWith the shattered glassAnd bursts at the seams.Believe me I triedTo be the best I couldYet you left me againLike they said you would.You were stupid enoughTo leave me twice,I tell you now:You will pay the price.
my last ever maths lesson.At the back of the room, this is the place to be. With half the class gone, and the rest: uninterested.The blinds let in slivers of purple/red light, from that great tree, seemingly hovering outside.Silent motions, gentle whispers, this is the comfort I will miss.No one can see me, no one can judge, but then again, why would they want to? I'm just the girl at the back of the room, and this is the place to be.Numbers float and stick to papers, which in turn stick to the walls. Rainbows of familiarity paint the room, in a fashion that makes you remember.
A story to tell.Just cover it upNo one will knowI'll start all over again.But no matter how hard I tryThe cracks still showAnd I am still the same.A father fingers a faded photograph, of a mother, and her son. How funny, that something so clearly mundane, can bring so very much. Searing shocks and electric pain of emotion course through his body at the sight of it. Strongest being hatred, for those beautiful faces, for those masks of unwanted loveliness. Yet, hand in hand with it, comes great affection, for those familiar expressions, and their innocence and simplicity.He forces himself to look into their eyes, and remember the windows into their souls. It hurts him so he looks away. But, his eyes travel back to their faces and meet with their own, to remember the sadness that riddled them, but the sadness he failed to notice. I didn't know, he choked with envy, that they no longer were.He tries to cry, but the effort looks to much, and so he gives up on that too.He has to fill those f
Fallen AngelFace like a wilted rose,she sits on her stool.Oh, fallen angel;you are but a fool.Let me clean your wounds, I'll be gentle, I promise, just come down from there.No, they won't see you and look at the walls. All those cracks... you won't be able to break free.Can you feel the sun? It's shining on you, angel. We'll come get you soon,you'll see.