Different books,
Different chapters,
Different protagonists,

Same world,
Same cast,
Same rival;

Can you turn the odds?
Would that rival be friendly,
Or would it be brutal?

Make up your mind, quick;
It's cunning,
It's deceiving,

It's time.

I closed my eyes,
I saw you
We were together

I opened my eyes for me to see the real one
The instant I opened my eyes,
You were gone

I closed it...
And our time ended,
My fantasy faded

give my words back
the ones i have earned through
the books that i've read
in all the years that have passed
give my words back
even the nastiest ones
the sharpest, boldest, the lethal
give my words back
for i cannot even write
for the simplest memoir anymore
give my words back
even the ones you cannot
and will not take
give my words back
i beg you just to grant me
enough power to be sane
and writing is my sanity
don't take it away from me
give me my words back
because even if you
did give them all back to me
they will always and always
speak to you
they will always speak of you
but at least let me keep them
after all, you can only be mine
in words

i wonder why some people even wanted to put themselves in my shoes
when they’ve got their own anyway
if only they knew that they won’t like it here when they dared to try it
it seemed like it’s just I, the one wearing it, who makes it more beautiful & presentable on the outside
but they’ll surely regret it
for the longer they’re in it, the more painful they’ll have to tolerate
just like how I dealt with it
so better not try it in the first place
if you got your own, wear it then
who knows, you might lose it

H*ko, if you're reading this,
I just want to tell you,
I hate you.

Ill help you out,
And smile,
And laugh,
But I ******* hate you.
Because while I was telling you about
How my best friend tries to **** himself,
You started laughing.
And making ****** innuendos.

Because nothing is serious for you, is it?
Not my pain,
Not my sorrow,
Certainly not death apparently.
So do me favor?
Go **** yourself.
You think you're so cool for running from the police,
Getting girls numbers by the tens
Just for the fun of it?
Hah.
You've never been hurt.
You've been beaten by your father for not getting good grades, your fault mind you, but you've never been genuinely hurt, have you?
You have no clue what it feels like to watch your friend die, or to be so frustrated that you've resulted in giving up and letting everything push you around... you have no idea.
I can tell from your idiotic behavior and ingorance.

Hm. Now watch this. You're gonna read this.
And you'll make fun of it too.
Behind my back,
Of course.
You'll maybe apoligize with a smile,
Then ask me for a pencil, and a sheet of looseleaf.
Hah.
Like hell I'm giving you ****.
You know what you ******* need?
A life.

Cause maybe,
Instead of laughing and pointing at my ***,
Or laughing and teasing me and talking bout *****, ****, and all the girls aroind you like their objects,
Or not doing your work and mooching off of people,
You could have gotten your **** together
And became successful.
I pity your insolence.