'By
the Moonlight'
Sitting upon a small plain
meadow was a young man. He stared up upon the stars and he wondered to himself,
//
What good is it to a man who is unwelcome when he tries to warm up to people?
//
Looking
up, he could see the infinite stillness of the stars, twinkling and bright.
//
Was I brought into this world for a reason? //
He
picked up a small flower and he held it in his hand. The energy flowing from it
was so immense for a small object.
//
Was it fate that I plucked this small flower from the ground? Or was it only my
choice that I killed this innocent plant? //
Rejection…
//
Why do people reject you if you only try to be nice? Is it that nobody can
accept anything good in this world? Do I even deserve to be here? //
Thought
the young man to himself as he looked to the stars once again. Smiling, he
picked up the gun. He thought to himself again as he picked up the gun.
//
Something so beautiful… only to be so deadly… //
He
felt the clamminess as he held the slick black gun in his hand. He could not
help but smile as he twirled the gun around his finger.
Destiny…
Fate…
He
thought again.
//
Nobody really needs me, do they? Just a loner… wandering along the plains… //
He
put the gun up to his face, and the slight cold of the metal sent shivers up
his spine. Smiling, without thinking, he put the gun to his head, and pulled
the trigger. The loud crack shook the stillness, but nothing stirred in the
plains.
//
Nobody needs me… just a loner… //
He
sat there, the last thoughts in his head. Surrounded in a pool of blood, he
looked at the sky for one last time…
*Note:
Don't
ask. I am really depressed right now, and I needed to take my depression out on
something. If I took it out on the dreamcast playing Virtua Tennis, I would
have hit it sixty times with a baseball bat and thrown it out of the window by
now. No, I am stating this right now. I am NOT, repeat NOT
mentally disturbed. Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me when I write this
stuff, but I mean, I'm not suicidal. Then again, I don't know why I posted this
in the anime section. I wrote this to get what I was feeling out of my head
because I just got into a fight w/ a couple of friends and… it's really
frustrated because they can't accept me because I was a 'violent' (not that type,
just bullyish… punching and stuff… I'd think you would know…) type and now I'm
trying to act like a nice person, accepting sum1 for who they are, and they
think I'm some stupid anime character. Some of the things do relate to me but
I'm not SUICIDAL! My gosh, I would never think that way! I wonder about all
that crap sometimes and I get a really big headache and stuff because of all
the crap that gets piled up on me (school, homework, friends, girlfriend, you
know…) and… sometimes I can't take it. Though I am really depressed, I wish I
had someone to talk to, and that I wish that this would just stop because I
really don't want to be fighting my good friends.
Yeah…
if you want to, you could R/R if you feel like it.