The wind blows across my face, my hair smacking my cheeks with a sting.
The smell of flowers and fresh air fill my nostril with their sweet aroma.
I love the way the sun shines brightly, heating my body with its warmth.
It’s wonderful to have spring in my life.
Spring is the season of new beginnings.
It represents the start of a life.
While winter is dreadful, representing death and cold,
Spring is happiness in the gift of beauty.

Life can be cruel sometimes,
so cruel that you have to ask,
"Why am I here?"
Fate has so many twists and turns.
From one extreme to the next.
Unbearable.
Intolerable.
Unacceptable.
I never knew my life would
amount to this.
God, help me get through these
following years of Hell on Earth.
Give me the strength to pull through....

A faceless entity,
coming to take you.
When you no longer are
destined to live,
he's summoned onto
your presence.
The chill of bones
reach out to grab you.
The fear you get when
looking into the depths
of scarlet colored eyes
on a faceless creature.
He means to take you with him.
No one can fight it.
Not even God.
For the Grimm Reaper
is a deity of his own.
A deity who is just as
powerful as God, but
controls the dead.
He laughs in the faces
of those who wish
to defy him.
A sickening
scrape sounds,
not like a laugh at all.
More like a scream.
So just make sure
you're prepared,
for when he comes for you...
You won't be able to fight it...
Death that is.

I flew so fast, racing down towards my demise.
My pride was injured, that is all.
No need to cry now.
When I fell, no one was there to catch me...
They let me get cut and bruised.
I never wanted to feel this way.
They made me curse and shout and deny their "wrong"
But truth be told, I wasn't right either.
When up so high on that power of smugness,
I took a hard fall and crashed down from my pedistal...

The blissful wind caresses my cheek, like a long lost lover.
The leaves crunch and crack under my heavy, drunken footfall.
    My head is clouded with a sense of high; feeling light-headed and weary.
I’m unable to think straight; thoughts of you make me dizzy.
    However, I just walk around like the dead, unable to feel anything but the numbness in my heart.
I fall in the state of depression I’m in; I feel as though I cannot go on.
    And so, I let myself drop.
Down
Down
Down
And I am lost in an ocean of forgotten souls.

I know it sounds annoying,
and I know I keep droning on,

but I can't stop complaining...
And it's really hard to move along.

Do you know what it's like,
to live everyday...and wish you could be somebody else? Other than yourself?

I sometimes hate who I am.
All I can think about is being her.

I think I ought to be checked,
I seriously have a disorder.

"Stop! I'LL HAVE NO MORE! Stop with the obsessions! I don't wish to do this anymore!"

Do you know what it feels like to compare yourself to others...every second, of everyday?

My existence is based off of insecurites beyond belief
and wanting beyond my reach.

I wish I could stop, but no matter how many times I tell myself to...I can't.

This life of greedy desire has only just begun....