I love life.
Rain dripping from my eyelashes to slip down my cheeks to the wet earth.
Snuggling in freshly warm pajamas under freshly cleaned sheets with a just charged iPod.
Breathing cool, crisp ocean air deep into my lungs as my toes sink into the fine sand.
Curling up on the couch to watch a Disney movie with my breathing, wagging pillow.
Hot chocolate warming my chest and hands, numb from the glistening slopes.
Laying in the warm yellow sunlight, grass imprints left on bare legs when I stand up.
The problem is you.
Greasy, discolored hair that sticks to your the back of your sweaty neck.
Dead grass eyes with red veins scratched across that are revealed when you look to the side.
Your pitiful hooded figure in a corner causes repulsion to build up in my throat.
Ignored meaningless words escape your pasty lips, directed towards the silence that never answers back.
The white ridges of scars on your wrists and hips and ankles, each a memoir of how much hate you have for me.
Your presence sends me into a hasty depression, death over the life I love would be preferable to you.
But I can't escape.
Submitted: May 07, 2010
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dood i get it, check me out, please you will get a kick out of it....
Fri, May 7th, 2010 10:20amFacebook Comments
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wow, are you really only 13? this is good! :)
Fri, May 7th, 2010 4:43am