Why did it have to turn out this way...he sat far away, in his sorrow his
heart slowly melted and cried. It brought tears to his eyes....."He just
wanted her so badly, he could never pass the time" it echoed through his
head, never had he been so sad in a long time. She always made him smile.
It felt warmth and he could never stop gazing into her beautiful eyes. It
was not like any other.. no double eyelids stretching along; it gave her a
unique look like as if she was emotional every time you blinked an eye. He
felt like falling but no one would catch him. Rain drops like spears
pierced through him as he though he found a road to somewhere.looking back
at his mistakes it reflected upon his life moving closer to darkness. Words
always seemed to choke while stupid sentences allowed it to stumble
forgetting what he wanted to say. Embarrassing it is, more than words in a
book he could keep on writing about his love without question, torn apart
he had the afternoon..it felt useless, she loves another person. What could
he ever do to make her want him..no she said..we should stay friends, but
he never knew she loved him a long time ago and now that's over. The door
of opportunity sealed behind him while he tried to move on, no other person
could replace her. Being with her seemed so godly, he remembers so clearly,
he felt free. He can't get over it, thoughts raced through his head, look
he might explode. The thicket dawn of day brought him new life, but
everything felt all the same. The girl with the golden tail, he feels so
introverted by her side, crap he is cramping up again, the needle of pain
through his lungs with his friends for support, and he still couldn't find
the strength to stand. The crimson sky like a rose, it bloomed in such
colors like the blood which leisurely drained from him. His vision blurred
and bit by bit the world faded away from him, it was torture. He wished he
could get back there, smiling in the pictures they took together...it was
golden; deeply he thought maybe she loved him. How could he get back, where
he found her in class unpacking, on and off they looked at each other with
a maimed distance. He shut his eyes as memories conceded him. He urged to
end his life soon, he could almost feel heaven by his feet, yet someone
else waiting for him....Her name cycled in his head..she was like an angel,
he must confess.."Oh I'm so sorry"...he whispered to himself. He lie in a
puddle of his own blood, he couldn't accept he had been living desperate
cries trying to escape, his skin peeling and his heart stopped, hearing
voices in his head. He tried to find a reason for his life; his faith grew
deeper but the senseless clutter in his path. Now he wanted something real,
something he could touch and feel again, why do we life live with all this
hate inside...No one could answer his oppressions.