Here I am again
Laying so still,
Can't sleep, again
Dead, and not sleeping
Again.
I roll out of bed,
Every single day,
The new day I dead.
Again...
Tortured by words,
Sorrowful plees,
Left unheard...
left in the darkness
Again.
They hate me,
I don't see why I try,
To care, when the hate me.
Always hating...never caring.
I'm always alone.
So in my head I stay,
On my own,
Blocking out the pain...
Once again.
Again.
I hate that word!!
I HATE IT, I HATE IT!
Why again, why that word?
Can't it be the first time.
Why is it again?
It should never,
Be again!
It should be the first time...
The first time I suffered,
First time they hurt me.
My misery left unheard...
Left unsaid.
God, I wish I was dead!!
Their damX words running,
Through my head...
Why is it again.
Only once should they have hurt me.
Not twice, not not thrice...
They shouldn't hurt me...
Aren't we friends?
No.
They hate me,
But this I know...
I'll never be hurt again.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Kuwabara taking a swig of his older sisters vodka, he swallowed the bitter taste. He wanted to be loose, and dellusional. He'd never drank before, never. He was underage, and really didn't like the taste.
But today he did. Today he drank.
"KUWABARA OPEN THIS DOOR!!" He heard Yusuke's angry voice as he pounded on it. Kuwabara was using his energy to keep him from breaking it down. His energy fueld by his dispair held up.
"Hiei! Thank God, bust this down, I can't get it down!! WHY CAN'T I GET IT DOWN!" Yusuke was howling.
Kuwabara toyed with the blade pricking each finger. He finished writing his poem and slit his wrists.
The door opened, and Kuwabara was no more.
Laying so still,
Can't sleep, again
Dead, and not sleeping
Again.
I roll out of bed,
Every single day,
The new day I dead.
Again...
Tortured by words,
Sorrowful plees,
Left unheard...
left in the darkness
Again.
They hate me,
I don't see why I try,
To care, when the hate me.
Always hating...never caring.
I'm always alone.
So in my head I stay,
On my own,
Blocking out the pain...
Once again.
Again.
I hate that word!!
I HATE IT, I HATE IT!
Why again, why that word?
Can't it be the first time.
Why is it again?
It should never,
Be again!
It should be the first time...
The first time I suffered,
First time they hurt me.
My misery left unheard...
Left unsaid.
God, I wish I was dead!!
Their damX words running,
Through my head...
Why is it again.
Only once should they have hurt me.
Not twice, not not thrice...
They shouldn't hurt me...
Aren't we friends?
No.
They hate me,
But this I know...
I'll never be hurt again.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Kuwabara taking a swig of his older sisters vodka, he swallowed the bitter taste. He wanted to be loose, and dellusional. He'd never drank before, never. He was underage, and really didn't like the taste.
But today he did. Today he drank.
"KUWABARA OPEN THIS DOOR!!" He heard Yusuke's angry voice as he pounded on it. Kuwabara was using his energy to keep him from breaking it down. His energy fueld by his dispair held up.
"Hiei! Thank God, bust this down, I can't get it down!! WHY CAN'T I GET IT DOWN!" Yusuke was howling.
Kuwabara toyed with the blade pricking each finger. He finished writing his poem and slit his wrists.
The door opened, and Kuwabara was no more.
