Fading Away *Part 5A shadow of a girl passed across Kyle's vision. "Who are you?" he whispered. The shadow stopped and came close. "I am a prisoner," she said. She put her face next to him and said, "A prisoner of your mind." She faded away. Kyle just stood there in shock. He called out again, "Who are you?" She faded back into existence. "I said I am a prisoner... of your mind." She pushed back into the shadows. "What do I have to do....?" She put her mouth to his ear and whispered, "You must let go....." With that, she stepped into the shadows behind her. Kyle watched as she moved as fluid as air back into the building.
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Kyle was jerked back by a push to the ground. He opened his eyes to darkness. He put his hand to his forehead and it felt warm and sticky. He put his hand then to his lips and tasted it. It was blood. "Where am I?" he whispered to himself. "You are not alone," a voice said to him. That sounds like the girl f
StrugglesBroken down on the side of the road
People just stare
waiting and watching to see if she will get up
To see if she will come out of the flames
to see if she will come back to those who love her
She fades into the background
no one notices
that she's gone
No one lends a hand to her,
no one says a word
they just sit and laugh at her struggle
No one cares about anyone but themselves anymore.
No one says just the simplest "Hello"
No one hugs their friends
No one likes the emo kids. >w<
Everyone lets the world rot, while they take advantage of other people. :/
Our world, is a cruel one,
So, be the one person who has the audacity to help the weak,
and make them strong.
To be nice to those who are in pain,
so they can recover.
Be, like the many others out there who are making a difference.
Stop hiding in the shadows because we are one.
I Am Young, I Know That Already. Yes, as I stated in the title, I am young. I do not need to be reminded.
In my bodily form, I am a fourteen year old girl who is severely depressed and suicidal. Yes, I know I have several mental diseases. I know, I don't need to be reminded by all of the stares and weird looks given to me when I walk down the street. I know, I look odd. I know, I talk weird. I know, most times I have an accent. Not a "Californian accent." No, I don't wish to use a fake voice for you. I don't think it is necessary. Just look at me like I'm a freak. Just like everybody else. Everybody judges me for what I look like. :/ What I wear, how much make up I put on, if I'm wearing Hollister or Abercrombie. I don't care. Don't you see? I don't wear all of those name brand clothes. I prefer clothes that are from Target or Kohl's. In reality, life is not a popularity contest. It's whether you can make it. Whether you can weather the storm, the hardships life throws at you. All o
Fading Away *Part 4The Next Day:
"Do you, uh, do you think we should go st-steal some more food today?"
She glanced around the apartment. "No, I think we've got enough for today, Kyle."
"Well, then should we go and, uh," he pulled on the collar of his shirt, "go, uh, you know?"
"What do you mean? Go and murder some more Facility workers?"
"Uh, yeah. That's what I was talking about."
"Oh, yeah, well, we could. I don't think we should just yet. Today we should just mull around the apartment. The Enforcers will be patrolling more today because of our kill yesterday. We should just lay low."
"Oh. I'm just, uh, going to go for a walk around Raxley. I swear I won't go into Brothell or Ashwood. You have my word."
"Okay then. Just don't get yourself killed. That's all I ask of you."
RidculousnessI feel as if I'm walking around in a clown costume.
Life is just a sham.
That's all it's been to me.
Just hiding from others,
not speaking in case I screw up,
doing nothing to help myself.
I can change that.
I'm always walking around in clown shoes.
I'm never the right size to fit into my skin.
I've always been shunned from getting out of the costume.
This time, I'm choosing.
This time, I'm breaking free of these chains that hold me down.
This time, I shall conquer my fears and anxieties.
This time, I will live the way I want to.
FloatingFelling like I'm floating
I dont think you can hear me
Even though I'm screaming your name
I cant stop falling for you
I cant stop remebering what i did for you
I cant stop thinkgin about you
Unnoticed: StrangersThe shadow drifted silently,
Floating around and around.
Alone and feared by most,
It waited for the girl who would never come back.
Its head hung low, its movements slow
Its only words a moan.
Its grief was overpowering
For she died a long while ago.
It frequently watches,
Through the window hoping to play
With the ones who live there happily.
It waits for the first one,
The brave girl who came forward.
Its playmate who shall never return.