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yet again another piece of randomness. wrote this one in 15 minutes. go ahead and tell me you hate it. (:
I switched on the cold water, and let it and my tears, fill the tub. I could hardly wait to dunk my head under, and kept there. I’ve had enough grieving. Enough time to think of what I am missing out on. Too much time to think of who I was missing. That was all about to end.
“I’ll always be with you. I am always watching over you.” I could hear him talking in my ear, like he was right there. His voice telling me he’s still watching. I pulled the drain, and let my head fall to my hands. My tears falling to the ground, now.
So I won't give up,
no I won't break down,
sooner than it seems life turns around,
and I will be strong
even if it all goes wrong,
when I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe,
someone's watching over me
Sitting on my roof, watching people below me laughing. I felt angry. Why couldn’t I feel happy? I could be doing anything I wanted. Everything I wanted. If summer didn’t happen. If he was still here. That’s the only way I would be able to be happy again. But, people don’t rise from the grave. And no one gives a damn about your happiness.
I wrap my hands around my legs, and pulled them tight to my stomach. Resting my cheek on my knees, I look to my right. A ray of light brightened that part of the roof, and I saw. I could see him smiling at me. His brown hair shining in the sun. I felt his hand on my back. Tasting the tears on my tongue, I forgot about what had happened yesterday. For the moment I’m happy.
So I won't give up,
no I wont' break down,
sooner than it seems life turns around,
and I will be strong
even if it all goes wrong
when I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
someone's watching over me
Walking down the halls, I can feel people’s eyes burning into my skin. They all tell me, “It’s your fault he is dead. If he wasn’t with you. If you hadn’t taken him there.” They all think I killed him. To them my tears mean nothing. My pain is nothing to them, because they don’t care that I am sad. All they care about, and all they listen to, is that he is no longer here.
I feel an arm lock with mine, and I am no longer walking alone. He is walking with me. Telling me, that it doesn’t matter what they say, and it doesn’t matter how long it takes for them to believe it was all a mistake. He knows the truth. He wants me to stay true to myself, and keep on believing. Believing that he is always there, because as long as I believe, he’ll always be there.
I will be strong
Even if it all goes wrong
When I’m standing in the dark I’ll still believe…
Someone’s watching over me
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"For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin.....
But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid.Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."
Last edited by kaseyisrad : 03-16-2008 at 12:55 PM.
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