you feed your soul with pain,
reviving some old wounds,
old memories that should have
been buried somewhere
where you would never find them.
But memories have found you,
living inside your head,
hiding in your tears.
The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho you still seek for these days,
the days of change.
Misery is smiling to your face,
and you're looking straight into it,
thinking, seeking for the answers
that eat your soul.
You might not meet the happiness
in this life and that's your scar,
that's your misfortune,
the tear you're hiding.
You live like a shadow,
inhaling the dust of your
time, knowing that all good
things are bypassing you,
thus your life is just a dust
in the air.
The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho you still seek for these days,
the days of change.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
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i was a normal 18 ano old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( mais like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i said " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he said " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he said " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
