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I tap my pencil on the wooden desk in the back of the room, there's a sweet smell in the air. Perfume. All the girls wore heavy amounts of perfume, the smells mixed together in the classroom, making them smell terrible. A tall, dark haired boy with blue eyes looks back at me, his hand reaches out and he lays a note on my desk. On the outside I remain quite serious, my normal emotionless self, but inside, I was overjoyed. Had someone actually given me a Valentines day note? My fingers wrapped around the note written on folded lined paper, I opened it only to see:  Rayne, give this to Katrina. My stomach twists, this is why I hate Valent

Dark hallways that scream my name. They degrade me Watching my pain A tear drifts to the ground It makes the loudest sound Why do I subject myself to such pain? Because, Its only because I'm simply insane.

He's tired of life And all that shit He dove for a knife to end it But instead he found a gun Amongst his fathers things This way will be more fun he said with a grin Locked and loaded. He set it to his head Pulled the trigger and filled his brain with lead He thought he'd go to heaven But he descended into hell he realized then the choice he made it didn't go so well A girl had followed him there He remembered her so well they had held hands and kissed in love they had fell Why was she here already? Did she die so soon? Or was she so in love, she followed him into his doom? Indeed she had followed him to hell this g

Here in the dead of the night, I find my religion in the stars. The way they shine, So constant and unending. In wonder I stare, Into the unending black. It consumes me, It completes me. Under the stars and the sky, I remember my lost grace. Forsaken by God, I am a Fallen Angel.

All of my life, I've played pretend. At five, I was a princess. At seven, I was a cowgirl. At ten, I was a creature of myth. Now at thirteen, I pretend to be normal. Fake a smile, fake a laugh. No one really cares, So I pretend I don't hurt. Pretend to be happy, But I'm drowning. Come with me, We can play pretend together.

There used to be a girl Who I'd talk to everyday We always had a laugh And had so much to say But one day she dissapeared Just vanished into mid-air I don't know where she went It's as if she was never there A long time later she came back But she was a subject of change She was like a different person Even her touch felt strange Everytime I see her now I think back to how it used to be Now she has returned however She barely even remembers me There is a girl I know Who I see everyday But we no longer talk As we have nothing to say

I heard you sigh but at the time I didn't say a word; I saw you cry but didn't know your voice was so unheard. I felt you break but truly thought I shouldn't be around; For my own sake I should have fought to keep your feelings sound. Please, listen to what's not being said.

ghosts of you are everywhere; remInding me, alwayS There. i dIdn't mean to say goodbye; was just afraid to ask you why: why you bLushed and why you sighed; we didn't rush—that's why we died. the gLow faded, our Love fought; i wish i'd knOwn what you thought. i neVer knEw what You wanted; nOw i'm stuck with being haUnted.