December, one of my favorite months (save the Finals). Bowl games, holiday cheer, the Martinelli Cider flowing, and for this year, a trip to Vegas for New Year's Eve...but I couldn't help but pity Ran's little sister. You thought my first poem on Sayo was cool, well, I've decided to bring in a reprise. This poem takes place just after her friend Harasawa got killed (I assume Sayo tried to save her, but couldn't. If she did, let's pretend she didn't) by suicide. This poem is dedicated to Chapter 31 of GALS! Make that, Volume 8 of the manga. The song "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" by the Beatles also gave me inspiration for this poem. Hope you like it.
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 17:
Baptism by Fire
I hate myself. I really hate myself.
And not just because I just hate myself, period.
I can't believe that she had to die.
Jump off the highest tower,
Cell phone in hand,
No remorse,
And now she's gone.
Harasawa-san...
I was only beginning to know you. And now this.
Why isn't it me? Why can't we be friends?
Just because your parents don't want me around
Doesn't mean that I can't be around you anymore.
Has the world around me
Become melted,
Forgotten,
All innocence ripped out,
All time standing still, then flashing
Into a fireball
Whose temperature is infinite times less
Than absolute zero?
Such is my life as a high school student.
I wanted to be like my sister,
She's always so fancy-free,
Not having a care in the world,
And I'm still looking for clues,
Yet I have never found a clue
Why you have to come, then leave
In a flash...
Harasawa-san, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that you had to suffer.
I'm sorry that it wasn't me had to go through this.
I'm sorry that it was not I who had to leap into the arms
Of heaven.
I'm sorry that I couldn't save you from taking your own.
I'm sorry...oh, sorry will never make a difference.
Because you're not alive to hear it.
I yell to the heavens
Like than saint from France
Who had to be sealed in the fires
Like a witch.
I could have been her. I wish I was her.
But it's never possible,
Not now, not ever.
It's never possible, is it? Is it, Harasawa?
Why did you have parents like that?
I could have dealt with them better.
Why did you have to be subordinate to them?
I could have dealt with them better.
Is it because I am from the police?
Or is it because of my appearance?
Why is it, Harasawa-san? Why is it?
I head to my room,
My tears staining the carpet, never to be removed,
And I cry out your name,
Insanity, mayhem, rage, then remorse,
ripping my body from head to toe.
Now I bleed profusely,
uncontainable anguish spilling the floor,
Anguish that is meaningless.
Like my life
Which has now come
To a gutless, intestinal-splitting end.
I killed myself
Just to see you.
And I'm sorry.
Why did you have to go
And leave me alone
In this wretched world
Where dark children plunder for wealth,
The blind, deaf, retarded, insane, trapped, deprived, destitute, despondents
Roaming the already polluted streets
Of Shibuya?
I am like a ghost,
Falling, floundering, flying
And never coming back
Again.
Please, Harasawa-san,
Just tell me why,
And it'll all be okay.
It'll all be okay.
It'll all be okay.
It'll all be okay.
It'll all be okay,
I promise...please tell me...
Just...
Please...
Tell...
Me...
Harasawa-san...
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End Chapter 17
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 17:
Baptism by Fire
I hate myself. I really hate myself.
And not just because I just hate myself, period.
I can't believe that she had to die.
Jump off the highest tower,
Cell phone in hand,
No remorse,
And now she's gone.
Harasawa-san...
I was only beginning to know you. And now this.
Why isn't it me? Why can't we be friends?
Just because your parents don't want me around
Doesn't mean that I can't be around you anymore.
Has the world around me
Become melted,
Forgotten,
All innocence ripped out,
All time standing still, then flashing
Into a fireball
Whose temperature is infinite times less
Than absolute zero?
Such is my life as a high school student.
I wanted to be like my sister,
She's always so fancy-free,
Not having a care in the world,
And I'm still looking for clues,
Yet I have never found a clue
Why you have to come, then leave
In a flash...
Harasawa-san, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that you had to suffer.
I'm sorry that it wasn't me had to go through this.
I'm sorry that it was not I who had to leap into the arms
Of heaven.
I'm sorry that I couldn't save you from taking your own.
I'm sorry...oh, sorry will never make a difference.
Because you're not alive to hear it.
I yell to the heavens
Like than saint from France
Who had to be sealed in the fires
Like a witch.
I could have been her. I wish I was her.
But it's never possible,
Not now, not ever.
It's never possible, is it? Is it, Harasawa?
Why did you have parents like that?
I could have dealt with them better.
Why did you have to be subordinate to them?
I could have dealt with them better.
Is it because I am from the police?
Or is it because of my appearance?
Why is it, Harasawa-san? Why is it?
I head to my room,
My tears staining the carpet, never to be removed,
And I cry out your name,
Insanity, mayhem, rage, then remorse,
ripping my body from head to toe.
Now I bleed profusely,
uncontainable anguish spilling the floor,
Anguish that is meaningless.
Like my life
Which has now come
To a gutless, intestinal-splitting end.
I killed myself
Just to see you.
And I'm sorry.
Why did you have to go
And leave me alone
In this wretched world
Where dark children plunder for wealth,
The blind, deaf, retarded, insane, trapped, deprived, destitute, despondents
Roaming the already polluted streets
Of Shibuya?
I am like a ghost,
Falling, floundering, flying
And never coming back
Again.
Please, Harasawa-san,
Just tell me why,
And it'll all be okay.
It'll all be okay.
It'll all be okay.
It'll all be okay.
It'll all be okay,
I promise...please tell me...
Just...
Please...
Tell...
Me...
Harasawa-san...
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End Chapter 17