For the first time I felt my whole existence cease to exist,
I left my own will to keep it amiss.
That I could trust people so clearly,
and I knew for once that my heart felt dearly.
I see their faces blurred to vain,
I had difficulty in knowing their names,
speaking to others was not what I could do properly,
and still I stood up and jumped while pumping myself back into reality.
I see her scrolling rather than hanging on a vine there was next year,
and hopefully she would transfer in time.
I loved this school with all my heart,
but my patience ran thin when she knew nothing of it.
I gave her silence that was what she deserved,
and I could always handle it.
People hated her for good reasons,
that sometimes she kept fighting for their existence.
Saying all the bad things but still pretending to be good.
Once I knew what she spoke of,
my reputation to plummet .
My anger spilled and screamed till the black void of caged anger,
started to creep in.
Hate was something every person should feel,
for somehow its greater than love,
and will never make us recover from that ideal.
I steal a glance at the paper machete pretending to know nothing.
As if I was in it for the money.
Fuck her for a life shes written,
knowing that it was only at the beginning she could find pleasure in torturing.
Feeling drained,
I could not stand anymore her face,
that's why I looked forward to a new life.
She was no one,
But another person to light up their sparking flight.
