I glanced at my digital watch. 7:48. Exactly 2 hours fa Emily my girlfriend of 1 anno broke up with me right as I was going to purpose. Occasionally Darla the sexy girl behind me would talk to me about collage. She was going to learn about getting a PHD in Physics. Darla was actually quite smart. She had a letters to 8 major collages. Then she would ask about my life. My dad died when I was 6 and my mom Lost custody of me when I was 12. I quit sognare ad occhi aperti and prepared my things to get off at the nearest motel. We would take off again tomorrow. At about 5 minuets from a Red Inn Motel. As we slowed down into the parking lot the driver shouted loudly. "attention! There are 3 hotels in the area tomorrow I'll go da each at 9:27 okay now all for Red Inn Motel get off now." I stood up as Darla did too. "hey"Darla smiled. "hey" I detto back. Inside Darla and I choose rooms. Darlas face became white. I looked at her. "what's wrong". I detto to her paying for my room. "M-m-my dumbass boyfriend forgot money". Oh no. Boyfriend. "I-I'll pay for you"I detto to her. She smiled widely and hugged me "thanks Gage!" she detto I smiled back "don't mention it". Then the man interrupted. "um I'm sorry but we have no rooms avaliable at this point." Darla sighed. "shes with me" I said. The cashier nodded. Our room was cold. Inside it chilled me to the bones. Then a loud thump and the heater instantly erupted on. Soon I was content. Mostly because there was one bed. "call it"Darla smiled. I laughed at her. That night I slept on a windowsill cushion. It was actually very comfortable. But all night I was texting my girl-friend Alisha Summers. I knew her from highschool. She was going to data me before I met Emily. Emily. Emily. Emily. My HTC phone detto 9:03. There was a vibration. My phone detto Ali S. The text was "Gage stop blamin uself for Emily leavin" I texted back to her "ik Ali but I g2g later". I didn't get another text back. Alisha had long chesnut hair and green eyes. Beside me Darla tossed and turned. Looked like a bad dream.
Your cuore is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing da you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
te are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times te told everything-
It was a lie, I Amore te became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. te probably cannot sposta away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing da you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
te are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times te told everything-
It was a lie, I Amore te became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. te probably cannot sposta away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
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.
Some of te may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
o even my worst enemies.
This anno I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
o even my worst enemies.
This anno I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 libri I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually Leggere it!!!One giorno i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
friends stick by you
da AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but te are always there
in her way.
te scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
te laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick da my friends. Help stop bullying!
pheonix
