Discarded and tossed aside.
No worth, without you by my side.
We'll meet again.
I won't accept that you're dead.
Struck by lightning, burning and aching.
Bruises of suffering.
No where near the pain that I feel being separated from you.
The vision replays.
It happened so fast.
Gunshot. Bang.
"In another life."
Always another life.
Never this.
Another which I hope we meet, a world far better than this.
How do "I live with love"?
When you're my "love".
Though it is your final wish, and I get what you mean.
But,
We'll be meeting soon my "love".
With the same fate,
a gunshot through my head.
Cause a world without you, is one not worth living.

If I was brave enough I would. But I'm not, so I will keep to myself and never grow. Contained in a box never to be free. Told to try but judged and shamed to have an interest. Human nature is a horrible thing. So I'll be the change for that. Though I'm scared myself to be different.

Awoken in pain, stained with blood.
An unexpected event.
Saw your body,
cold and still.
No sign of life.
What have you done?
To me and yourself, both.
If you couldn't live without me,
you could've lived for both of us.
How could I live without you, either?
Shot through the head.
What made you dumb?
The bullet or yourself.
I'll join you, Luka,
with you and my brother..
I've never forgotten you both.
I'm sorry I didn't live for longer.
For you, myself and my brother.
BANG!
...

Pen and paper.
Stains of ink.
The trouble I put to finish the incomplete.
Just for it to be discarded and unappreciated.
Words and thoughts, to make you proud.
Dear teacher, please give me a chance now.
Don't be so cruel and look at my efforts.
Blood, sweat and tears.
Though it may not be the best, at least I did it.
Why overlook my pain with cheer?
Why focus on those who did it right and ignore those who put effort?
Or scold those who did not?
Teacher hear me once, I just need thought and appreciation.

I'm sorry...