Highschool

By , Nampa, ID
You wander thourgh the hallways floating in a daze. You let him hold you tightly and smile when he talks. Yes, of course I love him. We really are so great. Lying is what you're best at. All an act that you've perfected. Only one can see through it. For better or worse who knows? But when they all go home and you're alone in the dark it's blood that binds your sorrow. It's razors that leave a mark. Binds and drowns but does not wane. Curse the light, embrace the pain. Cry yourself to sleep with your teddy in your arms. Then go back tomorrow and start over. Start over and hope that someone, anyone, can see through the painted smiles and play dough laughs.





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LoveYourWritings said...
May 12, 2011 at 10:38 am
This amazing. It really got to me. Please don't ever stop writing. You have a talen that should NOT be wasted<33333
 
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