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Jose Cuellar Jun 2019
Do you ever feel like glass?
Clear and colorless? Fragile, ready to break.

7 billion. That's the amount of humans on this planet, then why do I feel alone?

When I speak no one listens. When I call no one answers.

You can stare at glass but you only see right through it.

I want someone to see me. The real me.
Jose Cuellar Jun 2019
I have moments where I don't worry about anything else. It feels nice to finally be able to breath.

They don't last long. These moments. It's more like a calm before a storm.

Sometimes I can't seem to catch a break. Something or someone gets in our way.

Am I fighting for these moments or am I fighting for you.

I only want you to be the thing I can never be.

Happy.
I have an idea for a story. These characters are broken. They need each other and they feed on one another. They need each other but don't know it yet.
Jose Cuellar Jul 2018
In this world

In this world I kept telling myself that I was going to be alone. I hate this world and the people living on it.

In this world everything is an utter chaos. We live in a society where magic and science are one. Where fantasy has become reality.

In this world the bad people are winning. They are truly living while the rest of the world is trying to survive.

In this world they stole me of my innocence and hope. I began to hate this world and begged for its destruction.

In this world I met a boy that would change the world. We saved him but he actually saved me.

In this world the boy was special. He didn't see the evil of this world.

In this world everyone was after us. We had no one to trust but each other.

In this world he showed me what he saw. Showing me that life is beautiful.

In this world I was finally happy. I wanted it to last forever.

In this world I knew good things come to an end. They stole him away from me.

In this world he was an experiment. A clone with the power of Gods.

In this world they needed his soul. Only he was able to open the gate.

In this world they opened the gate. Hell was on the other side.

In this world people were dying. Our own curiosity was our demise.

In this world I saw him again and held him. I didn't want to let go.

In this world all seemed lost. I accepted the end if I was with him.

In this world he told me what I didn't want to know. He was able to save everything.

In this world he held me as I cried.  I didn't want him to be the hero.

In this world it felt like it was only the two of us when we kissed. I knew this was going to be goodbye.

In this world he stopped the chaos. Everyone got what they wanted but me.

In this world I told myself I was going to be alone. I left this world to be with him.
Jose Cuellar Aug 2019
Sometimes I start to cry out of nowhere.

A tear from my left eye falls on my cheek.

“What is wrong with me?” I say out loud.

I’m hoping someone is listening.
But no one is.

Around sunset is when my mood changes.

I can feel it.

Time.

Wasting away every second.

Can you feel it too?

It feels like sand slipping through my fingers.

Sometimes I stay there.

Motionless.

Looking at the ceiling for minutes.
Silence.

I stay there doing nothing.
Waiting.

What am I waiting for?

Someone.

Who is going to save me?

Nobody.

What do I want?

Peace.
I understand that life throws evil at you. Im trying my best to stay strong but there is so much I can take. If you are going through something don't do it alone. Find someone either a friend or a person you look up to. Please seek someone amd reach out.
Jose Cuellar Jul 2018
I'm sorry.

I said it wasn't going to happen again.

I'm sorry.

We tried to work things out but it's not easy.

I'm sorry.

I keep seeing you cry. I know I'm hurting you.

I'm sorry.

I promised a happy ending.

I'm sorry.

We got into bad arguments.

I'm sorry.

Everything started to become toxic.

I'm sorry.

Don't leave me.

I'm sorry.

I told you what you wanted to hear.

I'm sorry

I kept doing what I said I wasn't going to do.

I'm sorry.

You saw through my lies and caught me in the act.

I'm sorry.

You told me to get my stuff. It's all over.

I'm sorry.

I got mad and blacked out.

I'm sorry.

I came to my senses and realized what I had done.

I'm sorry.

What have I done. I burst into tears.

I'm sorry.

Police sirens play in the background.

I'm sorry.

It's over. I deserve this.  This has to be a  nightmare.

I'm sorry.

It's not.

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