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Life
The crack of dawn,
Grogginess kicking in,
Struggling to get up for the day,
Everyday just like the rest,

Same routine,
Sleep. Eat. Learn. Study. Sleep.
But one day something changes,
A kink is thrown in the system,
Nothing is the same again,

Going to school different every day,
Trying to adapt to the change,
But it is hard to change,
To this lifestyle that is different,

Not knowing what to do,
Or what to choose,
For life has thrown a curveball,
In my life plan,
And I don’t know what to choose,

Eventually will have to make decisions,
Which I’m not ready to make,
For I’m afraid if I choose,
I will make a wrong choice,

Time is ticking,
And I have to choose soon,
For not being ready is not helpful,
It is coming too fast,

For panicking is what I’m doing
Do I choose sports or school,
Will I make the right choice,
Or suffer my own doom,

These choices will help mold my fate,
And the pressure of the choices is unbearable,
For I can’t decide a choice,
I love all the stuff I do,

But I don’t know if I’m ready to say goodbye,
To my friends. Sports. School. Or life too.
For life is going by fast,
And I can keep up with it,
I wish I could just stay back and live in the good ol’ days.
Words, they hurt sometimes
Whether kind or impolite,
Encouraging or ill-mannered,
They can still hurt.

They attack us when we least expect,
And when they get to us,
It’s like getting a barrage of bullets,
Piercing through the heart and soul,
Leaving a mark that will take time to heal.

Words can be manipulated, though,
To play with people’s feelings,
Feelings that are fragile like a plate in a china store,
Easily breakable and hard to fix,

Once words gain access to the feelings,
They can cause chaos to people,
Making them do stupid things for love,
Love that is not sincere to the person,
Love not being actual love.

Love is like a ticking time bomb,
Once started,
Only a matter of time before it blows up,
And when it blows up,

You realize,
That you were the one who set it off and detonated it yourself,
For that you fell into the snares of the manipulator of words,
And that the words they told you filled you with delight,
But yet at the same time,
Filled you with lies and insecurity,

You ask yourself,
Why do I do this,
But another one comes,
And you fall into the endless cycle of being hurt,
That hurts even more and more,
When it happens time after time.
The time it takes to heal,
Is never actually healed,
But the gouge on the heart and soul,
Is now deeper than ever,
And the words they say makes it sting with even worse pain.

You try to lessen the pain,
It never works,
To heal a broken heart and soul,
Has to be taken slowly with time and patience,

When that someone talks,
Hoping the words will heal,
To fix the broken heart
But end up with a healing poison,

The journey to recover may be long,
But it’s worth it in the end,
For you will be happy and content again,
But you heart will desire to be loved,
Like you were originally,

But it won’t ever be the same,
The way you love someone,
Trusting them and letting them in,
For being afraid of being hurt as you were before,

Hoping to hear them say the words,
I love you,
But all you hear is,
I love them. No more,

Those words,
Are like the final blows to the heart,
That it can’t handle no more,
Being ultimately shattered,
There’s no coming back,

Sinking deep down,
Like drowning in an endless pool,
In a pit of misery and sadness,
That you’ll never be able to come back,

Feelings being stirred,
Like flying debris around in a hurricane,
The words swirling around the head,
The feeling of a darkness is upon,

Discovering that,
This all started when,
They said the words of.
Hello.
Failure.
Everyone experiences it,
In various shapes and forms,
School. grades. friends. Life,
Lots of frustration,
Hard work and dedication,
But still failed,

Endless studying,
Overworking oneself,
Thoughts of achieving success,
Like trying to find a needle in a haystack,

The dream of getting the test,
With the BIG A on it,
Feeling the ease of the heavy stress,
Uplift off the shoulders,

Knowing that they did it,
They made the dream they were striving for,
Having the joy of saying,
I have succeed.

But the dream fades away,
The feeling of coming out of a coma,
To see yourself in class,
Doing nothing, but daydreaming,

You realized upon that,
To be doomed to the fate,
Of failing once again.
it's been 43 days
since we last talked.
the worst thing is:
you still don't care.

it's been 43 days
of throwing stones
and the pain
I cannot bear.

it's been 43 days
of suffocating;
without you,
there's no air.

nothing matters
to me anymore
besides the fact that
you're not there.
a plant grows towards
the sun
as we grow towards
happiness
but the sun is 93 million miles
away
and happiness is out of reach

— The End —