The world is hostile,
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
mostra them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want te to be someone
te really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All te have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that te imagined.
Antigeohumane.
Why do people want me
To be someone I am not?
Sometimes I feel as if
Things are going slow,
The way that no one understands
Me, at all.
Why do people want me to be
Someone I really am not?
Why can't I just be myself,
mostra them who I really am?
I really know I'm someone else,
Someone who could do far more.
But I'm stuck with the painful thought
Of being who I am not.
Why do I have to lie to myself?
Being someone else,
And not yourself,
Is basically lying to yourself,
After all.
All that parents tell you,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Don't lie,
Now comes to waste,
When they want te to be someone
te really aren't.
That's what I call lying now.
Oh, what a hostile world.
Any way to prevent it from being so hostile?
No, I'm afraid not.
All te have to do
Is stick with it.
Live the life that te imagined.
I will remember te always.
Will te remember me?
That is a domanda for te to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
te will always be in my heart.
For I know that te will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fuoco
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will te remember me?
That is a domanda for te to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
te will always be in my heart.
For I know that te will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fuoco
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood da me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostra them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostra them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostra all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood da me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostra them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostra them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostra all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
One day, a girl was walking through a forest. Her name was Rachel, and she was looking for a friend. Her and her friend, Misty, were camping, but then Misty disappeared. She then saw a dim white light. She walked towards it and saw a face, a body, arms, and legs. It was wearing a white dress. te know, when she thought about it, it looked a bit like... "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
That's all for chapter 1! Please tell me if it needs to be a little longer and feel free to post your domande and comments!
That's all for chapter 1! Please tell me if it needs to be a little longer and feel free to post your domande and comments!
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces da pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces da pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.