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Wasting off, day by day Wondering if I'll fade away. Closed off from the world, in a cold dark room. With a gun to my head, I hear a boom... Falling to the ground, feeling nothing at all. Days go by, without a call. Nobody loved, nobody cared Missing for days, sparked no flare. Finally someone found him under a flashlights ray, he had been wasting off, day by day...

You trusted me. You loved me. An impulsive thought, And you hate me. It kills me inside To hurt you so bad Without any intention of losing a friend. A knife in one hand A rope in the next. Which one to chose, Ill have to guess. Should I hang in my closet, or bleed on the floor. Whichever i chose, will close all doors. No matter what i could say, or what i could do. Can bring back those feelings, That you once held dear. To all i say, Goodbye and fairwell, I hope i see no one, Living in hell.

“Hey Kale, how’s your day going?” I asked as I walked into creative writing. “Well, I woke up this morning, so it must be going pretty good” he replied with a smirk on his face. “Ha. Very funny” I said. “Thanks for noticing.” Ugh. Why couldn’t I think of a sassy come back like that every once in a while. “Ok class,” Mr. Monte started, “Today we are going to start a new project. You are to write down in detail everything about one of your dreams last night. I will explain what we are going to do with those papers when you are finished. You may begin.” “This shoul

RING, RING Ugh dammit I fell asleep. At least I didn’t get caught. I grabbed my belongings and left the room. *sigh* Nothing exciting ever happens to me. I mean, can’t I have one little ounce of happiness for once? It seems like all the kids with their lovers in the hall have more excitement than me, and I should have the most exciting life in the world. Three of my family members are famous, five are druggies and all are party animals. You would think I would be drunk off my ass having the time of my life. False. Instead I linger the halls, acting like I am looking for someone when in reality there is no one to look for. You might

I’ve had dreams before, but never as vivid as this one. Usually, I can tell when I am dreaming. There is always a slight discoloration to the scene, as if the sun was breathing its last breath. I am there, but no one sees me; not this time.  I could literally feel the soft grainy sand against my body, the cold salt water washing over me, the warm thick blood surrounding me. I could feel the fire burning inside me and the calming balance of wind and rain, hot and cold, wet and dry. I could smell the salt and taste the rust on my tongue. I could hear the musical whistle of the winds whisking my hair in my face and the rise and fall of the