You are sitting at a table, crying. Tears slowly drip onto the pages that are lying below you, blank, empty. Just like your life. Just like you. The pen hovering inches from the pages. Hovering. Hovering. Then it falls next to the page, lying there, useless. Just like you. You take the tear soaked page and throw it into the fire, burning it up until the ash is all that remains. Gone. Just like you wish you could be. Gone.
You are torn. Torn between who you are, and who you want to be. You are torn between who you where and who you are […]
Author
twoplayer
Wanderers through the night,
Created for and by the day.
The journey is but a terrible fight,
The destination an eternal delay.
I don’t get it. I go to school everyday and people just fool around and no one is ever really serious or capable of having an intellectual, or “deep” conversation. I am in school and i feel horrible, and yes, i am depressed, but people don’t see or care. I don’t know why but i feel like i can’t belong with people.