Last Login: 06/13/2011 1:17 pm
Registered: 06/19/2009
Gender: Female
Birthday: 10/01
A boy and a girl,
the best of friends.
From elementary to high school,
from beginning to end.
Through all those years,
their friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew.
Each waking moment,
since the day they met.
they both loved each other,
Sunrise to Sunset.
He was all she had,
in her terrible life.
He was the one,
who kept her from her knife.
She was his angel,
she made him smile.
Though life threw him curves,
she made it worth while.
Then one day,
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks,
were like a sad song.
He made her jealous,
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked "Do you love her?"
on purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy,
like it was a game.
Little did he know,
things would never be the same.
His plan was working,
but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.
One night she broke down,
feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one else home.
She dialed his number.
He answered, "Hello?"
She told him she loved him,
and hung up the phone.
He raced to her house,
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood,
her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.
As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed the knife,
that night they both died.
She was found in his arms,
both of them dead.
Under her note,
his handwriting said:
"I loved her so,
she never knew.
All this time
I loved her too."
I need you with me as I enter the shadows.
Nobody in my life really knows me.
They think they do, but they don't.
They don't know that I hate my body and I hate the way I look.
They don't know I cry myself to sleep every night.
They don't know that sometimes I think dying would be easier than living.
They don't know anything. And I don't think they care.
I shake, badly.
Whenever I'm writing or eating or texting.
Always.
I flinch, badly.
Whenever someone gets too close or goes to
pretend to hit me. My heart races really
fast. I have anxiety attacks at home.
My parents don't know. No one notices.
