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Just something I typed up in a few. Read if you would like. Can't really think of a summery, sorry :/
Feeling empty, like something's missing.
Sees the looks of dislike in all of there eyes.
Insides being ripped in half, like a unwanted note.
Pain boiling through her veins.
All of it slowly forcing it's way to my vocals.
Eyes widen, as abrupt screaming emerges and all else is silenced.
Poeple staring and a few mumbles of 'physocopath' or 'idiotodic' coming her way.
All else is forgotten, and people brush it off.
She stares at them with sorrow in her eyes.
Wondering 'why is there so few left that know what it means to care?'
Unconcered glances of curiosity and fright coming her way.
And it all starts over again.
Forgotten mistakes. Useless cliques. Unsure relationships. And lonely depressed children.
Some may call it that average teenage community.
Some call it 'a phase'.
Or if you truely to care you'll call it a cry for help and come rushing to them.
But so little understand today. You can't help a teen truely, you can give them an idea.
Only they can help themselves.
Soooo.... That was a little different. Just felt kind of down today so I thought I would type something up. Review if you would like. But it's yer choce, I'm just the author.