redheadlillith

the top of the world is a funny place you know. so high. no one looking down on you, seeing everyone. knowing the world and all its contents. is'n it funny how there is only one top? no room to share? every body is wanting that same place, and for the person on top that spent so much time going up... only has one more way to go... down. holding the world in your hand is a funny feeling you know. able to move the world, see it in every direction. but the world is a heavy place. your hand and arm can only suppot it for so long. no matter how tight you grip is, people will try to claw it out. the want the burden of the waight. th

some say they are being them selves some say they are trapped under the expectations of others some say they want to be themselves some say they want change some say they need a new look some say they want to be seen some say they want no one to see them some say they cant change some say they cant live with all this judgment some say they can be free some say they would like to fit in some say they care about others some say they can be number 1 some say they can only be last and some say nothing

Hunny sat there in agenizing pain. If you could imagine burning under the coldness of the antartic while saying goodbye to the one you truly loved knowing that she will be in depression for the rest of her life? Well Hunny's pain was kinda like that. The only difference was that the burning was the fever and the coldness was the room temperature and the love of his life was sweets. He saw his brother peak in lots of times but never went in. he did not want his brother to know he actually cared for Hunny. Hunny felt happy about this. Mori's brother came to visited plenty of times. "Did Mori have something to do?" Hunny asked Mori's little brot

I look outside of my world and see your smiling faces! Wondering why you are so happy i smile back. And we end up becoming friends just over a couple of smiles. Now i ask you why you decided to become my friend. To my amazement you said it was because i looked like a fun person. To be a friend is to seem pleasent. i have learned this. Or do i just think this? Dont i occationaly not smile? my friends would think im depressed. I dont think im depressed. i just have a different view of the world! Eather way, a fake smile will fool the word.

the stares. thats the only thing i see when i close my eyes. i see upside down images of what i acually see of peoples eyes sending upside down images of what they actually see to their brain. my upside down image of what their brain thinks is right side up is forever dented into their brain. their image is forever drawn in my sight. i forever see the staring eyes that pirced my eyes that day and until the end of time, they have officialy been scarred. all those faces i have never seen before. all of the blank expressions that waighed heavy on my feet. me being unable to move form that one spot. that one stop i not dare ever stand again.

Knowledge and nothing The nothing I know is not of your knowing. The knowledge I know is not of your kind. The nothing you know is never showing. The knowledge I know is the kind that blinds. Nothing is nothing. That is according to you. Knowledge is knowledge. That is according to me. I wish my nothing was yours or I would be better off too. My knowledge is never changing. That will always be. My nothing is alive and it wants to kill The knowledge I know so I can be its friend. The nothingness can weight. Won't age won't ever shrill. I can't be with nothing with knowledge. Knowledge I must lend. Nothing is gone if something is o