Apparently it’s a place of learning.
It feels more like a cage,
Where beasts lie and squabble over every crumb.
Where noises are made,
And louder ones are made to be overheard.
Where the louder you are,
The more identity you get.
It’s a survival of the fittest.
The urges aren’t controlled.
Instead they’re fed on.
Like the food chain.
You’ll be eaten alive.
Watch your back.
The guys are mean.
And the girls are meaner.
No one has any courtesy.
Every man for himself.
They’re a prominent part of the school code.
No matter what the teachers do.
They feed on the lies.
It’s a hardly spoken word.
A word only the bravest use.
And the weirdest.
There’s no decency left anymore.
I can’t breathe.
Everything overwhelming me
And I can’t escape.
Some form of escape.
She was distressed. His eyes always landed on someone that wasn’t her. She cared for him, really cared. And she thought he did too. She watched him talk, watched him flirt and roam. She watched with her hand clasped tightly onto her drink, her throat becoming increasingly tight. He laughed happily and loudly, touching the women gently with his hand. It was always on the shoulder, the small of their back, their arm or waist.
Why I write
The reasons why I write are the reasons why I have coped with all the crap thrown at me in my life.
The last time
We all end up going through a tough time. I know that feeling. But when someone we have been friends with for a long time hurts us during that time, we sometimes retaliate in the worst ways and hurt ourselves in the process. But we need to let go of that friendship. If they weren’t there for you, they weren’t meant to be your friend. We just need to let go of our mistakes. And when it gets to the point where you are lying to each other about your true selves, you really need to let go. This is a same situation, and letting go of it.
My last words to you.
These are the last things I ever thought about of my bullies. What I would like to have said, about how they made me feel and how I’ve risen above them. I know they are all going down the wrong path, and I find it satisfying. I know it sounds cruel, but it’s their choices. The choose to bully me, so I have no positive feelings towards them. Just yeah…
She didn’t know how long she’d been doing this for. Maybe years, months or days. She couldn’t keep track of time, when she didn’t belong in any era. She hopped along the time continuum, and hoped for a place she could stay in for a while. She made friends, and then left hopping to another era, to find them old or dead. She made a resolution, to not make any more friends, so she could spare herself the heartbreak.
(Just a story I wrote for a competition, but forgot to ever enter. So yeah, enjoy!
The smell of the sewers wrapped around the smell of the mildew. I stared through the hole in the wall. Outside grumbles and groans resounded through the air. Someone moaned and I darted backwards. My breathing was loud in the quiet room. Something rattled and I jerked up. I dashed to the back of the room. I grabbed my gun and poised it in the air. The rattling came closer, followed by nonsensical moaning. I aimed it at the door, pulling the sight of the gun up to my eye. I squeezed one eye shut and rested my finger on the trigger. The door burst open. BANG! It falls. It crawls back up, angry. Blood dripping from the mouth, arms outstretched. BANG!