There I am... Gabby Raptor.... " I miss him" I say to myself standing on a montain... alone. Then I hear a voice..." Mike...?" I say.... Nothing there... Mike was an old family friend... He was like a father to me.... The father that left me when I was five... My mother she went after him and eventuly died... I found that out 3 years later after the acedent.... Mike was a good friend.... All I have left of him is his horse "Boxer". It was my fault the killer got to Mike... It always is my fault.... I'm nothing but trouble... But what sadens me thêm is that I'm rejected...My 3 brothers and my grandfather... The only people I have left..... The tình yêu of my life.... The only person I will ever love" ... I bet he doesn't notice me at all... To busy with training" I said... Then I hear someone calling my name... I turn around quickly... Still nothing there.... I fall on the floor... Then begin crying....." Why do I even live? " I đã đưa ý kiến Then the same voice that called my name đã đưa ý kiến " Because in life there's always something to live for..." I jumped to my feet... A bit startled actully. Then just start thinking about my life... Mike .... and the tình yêu of my life.... Even though I'm 16... Life is very complicated....
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” đã đưa ý kiến Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” đã đưa ý kiến Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do bạn know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do bạn know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
bạn try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so bạn could feel better,
so bạn could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
bạn need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.
When bạn look at the night sky, what do bạn see?
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When bạn stop and listen to the wind, what do bạn hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When bạn feel the sun on your back, what do bạn think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When bạn hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my tim, trái tim and soul, drifting on and on.
When bạn look at me, what do bạn see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When bạn stop and listen to the wind, what do bạn hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When bạn feel the sun on your back, what do bạn think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When bạn hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my tim, trái tim and soul, drifting on and on.
When bạn look at me, what do bạn see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark