I dedicated this to Pyscho-fishie. I think it fits us pretty well, not to mention a lot of other characters.

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I want to scream.
Yell.
But I can't.
That would show weakness.
And most of all...
Sadness.
And that is something
that I don't plan to show.
I won't let tham worry about me.
Or pity me.

How long have on been on this earth?
I don't really know.
The pressure is to great.
The work.
The betrayals.
The pain.

Why I'm still here
I don't really know.
Hope, probably.
For someone who won't turn their back on me.
For someone who doesn't add to the pressure.
Or the pain.

I used to run away from everything.
But I can't now.
I can't run away
From the pain...
The sorrow...

I want to relieve the pain...
To let the tears flow...
But I've kept them inside
Far too long...
Now they won't flow.
They never do
Unless I don't want them to.
Then they do.
And only then...

I cared to much.
I was too innocent.
They all left.
Can't say they're my friends anymore...
Can't say that they mean anything to me now...

I'm just a lifeless shell
With no where to go...
They'll hunt me down
And drown me in my own sorrow...
In my own pain...

I just want to run...
Get away from it all...
But I can't.
They always follow
And neither of us plan to turn back.

Everyone's either scared of me,
Hate me,
Or don't know me.
Who I am.
Or what my past was like.
What it is like.

I can't just overlook what he did.
Can't just forgive.
I'll get him back some day
For what he did.
But, until then,
I'll walk my path of pain and sorrow
alone...