I seem to lack a sense.
I missed a very important date today.
Today we'd sit underneath the tree,
observing around us.
We'd make shapes in the dirt with our fingers,
break sticks till they crumbled,
unnoticed beneath our fingers.
I miss your face.
I'm sorry,
let me make it up to you?

We used to be bestfriends.
We used to write to eachother who'd we be if we could have chosen ourselves.
We used to hangout everyday,
the anxiety instantly dripping away.
Because we just didn't care.
We used to talk about all our problems and ways we can fix eachother.
We used to ditch class to talk humbly.
We'd take pictures and have irritation when someone would steal our spot.
Even in the large,
rough grounded place.
We sat leg to leg.
Shoulder to shoulder.
We used to listent to music and fight the urge to scream.
We used to be so close.
Your the Beauty and I'm the Beast.

Darkness lurks in every corner of the corridor.
Screeching cries are echoed within the vacant halls.
Bird feathers are like bread crumbs,
leading you to appall.
The smell of chlorofor is mild.
Stinging your nostrils,
water forms behind your eyes.
This forbidden place...
Is doomed.

I've tried so hard lately.
To be what you want me to be.
I've put everyone ahead of me,
making me last on the list.
Fasting has become a habit...
An unhealthy one.
I no longer feel the corner of my lips curl up anymore.
I don't feel that rumble in my chest when I laugh.
I don't hear my heart beat within my ears.
I'm lost,
I try.
I'm scared,
I try.
They quit,
I try.
I fall,
I try.
I get back up.
What's the meaning of trying when your pushed back down?