Unnamed Prose Series
Just a series of prose...
1. Why why why??
Can't these feelings just die die die???
I'm living a lie lie lie.

2. Smiling face, beaming eyes, belie the shattered mirror splintering inside,

3. Do you care if I breath? Will you care if I leave? Maybe we'll see, but then will it not be too late?

4.I see the shadows in the morror, flickering behind my eyes. I stare you straight, but you never know, whats going on inside. If you do, you brush it off, never bothering to ask. Turn your back. I don't care. Don't talk to me. I'll learn to bear. I feel it coming, that I do. A mental breakdown because of YOU.

5. My head is hurting. My heart is hollow. I'm never warm- what's wrong? No comfort given, but that I've come to expect fo I, myself, don't deserve such respect. You stab at my heart with shards of frozen ice. To me that just doesn't qualify as nice.

6.Sleep, sleep, sleep. Drift awat into dreamland. Sleep all your problems away. Let the pain, lonliness, and agony fade briefl. Numb all the pain for a short while. Please? Give me more of this drug called sleep.

7. You stay cooped up in your room dark and dreary. You can't sleep, you're simply too weary. They expect you to be perfect, 4.0, but what goes on inside, that they'll never know. Hide it all with a grin. Avoid mirrors, for they remind you of all the black waters within. And yet you still wonder where begin, even though you know you'll never be able to mend.

8.I'm burning with cold. I love this hateful life. The rainstorm patters gently on the window. The dull stars shine brightest. Maybe the darkest sould is that which appears brightest?

9. Stop! Turn back! You never cared before. It's too late. It's over. Now I'm gone. So long.

10. They're gone. I'm alone. No one to look for, no one to listen to. Everyday I long, then look to my real friends and wish I knew why I felt as if I didn't belong. Why'd you have to leave? Why why why? Am I crazy? Was your exist a mere lie? Crazy explains it. 'Nuts' breaths it. Can't you come back? I need closure. I'm alone. Please...crazy or not, I miss my voices from the cave behind the waterfall.

11.Alone admist the cloud of happiness, yet smiling along with them. Hide the pain, hide the lonliness. Don't they get it? No. No one asks whats wrong. They expect you to spill out everything to them when you're in pain, but you don't want them to think you crave atetntion- the last thing you want. You know your reasons, fears, adn insecurities are stupid. If they talk to you about it, surely they'll get close. But, no. They mention nothing. You're on the verge of a breakdown. You'll be sitting there alone in the middle of class surrounded by them. They'll be laughing. You're eyes will  be coulded over in thought ntil teh one-way you have placed in front of your sould shatters and the warm salty tears you've been keeping inside flow freely.

12. No more wearing my feelings on my sleeve. That hasn't been done for a while, despite what you thinks. You've seen but a one-sided mirror. I can look you, but when you look in all you see is what you expect. You say somethign funny, it looks liek I laugh. On teh inside, everything they say is like a razor blade in my sould. The jokes make the mirror laugh, but I can't seem to stop crying.
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