This Story Is Not About Me
My story begins with a girl faling in love with a guy who promised her he would never leave her...
This story is not about me
He was the perfect guy...
Sweet
Funny
Cute
Her world was hole...
Until the day...
The day her entire world colapsed...
He was gone
Her better half left...
Her past of lonleyness has returned
THe Deppression
The sorrow
The scars
The countless terrifying screatches
The enternal suffering
The nightmares if everlasting slumber
The fiew phonecalls she is able to make
The questions that no one is able to answer
The scars are spreading
The depression is getting worst
Her grades are droping
she sits at her computer, writing her unfinished story
Every day she adds on to it
Until the day of his return
She tried to convince herself that he was still there
So that she could get through the day
She would "know" that he would be waiting for her after school...
So She would "know" that he would see her walking past "his" house...
And She succeeded...
Until she got home at night and realized that he didnt come...
That he didnt see her...
She can no longer fool herself...
She can no longer fool herself...
She cannot lie...
Though she tried...
She tried to pretend...
But she failed...
Where ever she goes...
He is there
Beside her, holding her hand...
Behind her, pressinh his lips to her neck...
Infront of her with his arms rapped around her...
The sounds around her are drowned out by his voice echoing in her mind....
It feals so real...
his presents...
The painful memories...
She dreds to remember...
The jelousy he felt...
By the flirting...
She could have controled...
And the pain she feals...
That is was how it ended...
With jelousy...
Regret...
Pain...
And tears...
This story is not about me
She runs out in the rain...
Screaming to the dark sky...
"Why am I so easily hurt!"...
"Thats right.. you've won..!"
"Im Dead!"
"I've been replaced!"
She runs out in the rain...
Screaming to the dark sky...
"Why am I so easily hurt!"...
"Thats right.. you've won..!"
"Im Dead!"
I've been replaced!"
"No one will remember me!"
"im a faded memory!"
I see her in the feild everyday the same way i saw her last...
Bare foot...
Screaming!...
Alone!...
Bleeding...
She sits here...
Starting off her story...
scribling these words over and over again on the back her black journal...
"This story is not about me"
Its taking over
Its controling her...
She cant stop it...
She's panicing...
Her freinds are turning...
Their pissed...
They want her to stop...
She's trying...
but its taking over...
its taking away her choices...
she cant lie anymore...
She cant hide her tears...
its getting harder...
Shes crying...
This story is not about me
 19KiSSeS93 · Fri Jan 04, 2008 @ 09:20pm · 1 Comments |
