There she is. So beautiful, so sweet. The love of my life, in the arms of another. Ken, my friend. A good one at that. I know he denies it, but I can see he loves her too. The way he looks at her, the way he talks to her, the way she treats her. I know very well that even if he talks about blowing up her computer, I know he would do anything for.
I would stop him, but he`s my friend. And if it makes her happy to be with him, I shall let her. Every conversation we have, he is somehow brought up in it by her. "Ken can do this, Ken can do that" I mutter to myself. Yolei could never love me. Though easily him.
Looking at them talking and laughing, sitting besides each other. Then she gets a paper cut in her small delicate hands. There are bruises here and there, from helping at her shop. But I look at mine and what do I see. I see huge, dried up, ogre-like hands that are better for beating things down.
I can`t stand it! I can`t stand watching them! I can`t stand them smiling and laughing at each other jokes. Everytime I try to join the conversation, I`m rudely butted out! There`s no hope! I`ll avoid them at every corner, not look at them in class, I`ll do anything to make this pain go away!
Everynight, I silently cry myself to sleep at night. I carry despair all around me, making others sick to their stomachs. Hope is dead, and so am I on the inside. But, I have learned the hard way, even dead spirits mourn.
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I would stop him, but he`s my friend. And if it makes her happy to be with him, I shall let her. Every conversation we have, he is somehow brought up in it by her. "Ken can do this, Ken can do that" I mutter to myself. Yolei could never love me. Though easily him.
Looking at them talking and laughing, sitting besides each other. Then she gets a paper cut in her small delicate hands. There are bruises here and there, from helping at her shop. But I look at mine and what do I see. I see huge, dried up, ogre-like hands that are better for beating things down.
I can`t stand it! I can`t stand watching them! I can`t stand them smiling and laughing at each other jokes. Everytime I try to join the conversation, I`m rudely butted out! There`s no hope! I`ll avoid them at every corner, not look at them in class, I`ll do anything to make this pain go away!
Everynight, I silently cry myself to sleep at night. I carry despair all around me, making others sick to their stomachs. Hope is dead, and so am I on the inside. But, I have learned the hard way, even dead spirits mourn.
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