Burr ! I hate waking up in the morning. It's always so cold. My bones hurts so badly from sleeping in the closet floor. I feel like death or just like i woke up from a long nap in a frozen river. I guessing will try and drag my bag of bones to school.
The halls are so empty and cold. All I hear is the sticky squeak of my shoes.
"hello!" nothing, sweet my voice still works. I have to remember how to get to school. Oh well I guess I will wander until I find it.
Alone
How did I get to be this way
The ache I feel
Pains inside my soul
I can't even cry anymore
The pain has moved to anger
Rage builds up
I will show her
If i see her
She put this here
It's so foreign to me
I used to be so happy
My conscious drifts so much dreaming as I'm walking.
Ah ha ! The school.
The school was open and everyone seemed to have a place to be and have something to do. I although have nothing am nothing. Will anyone even like me. I will be content If I was just ignored and no one saw me. Rather that then picked at. I couldn't take that nor no more. I have intense rage now. It's my fuel someone may burn.
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RomanceThis is an introduction to a series of a teen struggling with sanity.
