Tests

I take quizzes all the time.

Not like math quizzes, personality quizzes.

But, my questions is... why?

Why do i take test about my own personality?

I think it's because i want to know more about me.

And who i am...

But, the question is why do i think i need to take tests to see who i am.

I should know who i am, because i AM who i am...

I think some where along the road, i lost who i am.

I forgot who i was.

I was lost in the lies i was fed.

But, those lies tasted so good...

Now i'm looking for the truth again.

A lot like finding a needle in a haystack.

Mornings.

My ears rung with the sound of a loud frog.

It was my frog alarm clock.

I rolled over and hit it with my hand.

it fell off my desk and onto the floor, still yelling at me to wake up.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then bent over to pick it up.

I flipped the switch and it stopped.

I got up and went into the bathroom to brush my hair.

The floor is always so cold in the morning.

Then, went down stairs and grabbed breakfast.

That was basically my morning other than getting dressed and putting on make up.
My life is BORING!

Stab this heart, make it bleed.

Kill this poetry that i read.

Taunting voices come from above.

As i read about love.

I wish i come have this.

I wish i knew this.

Never felt the kiss of a man's lips.

No man has held my hips.

I really want it.

But, i'll never have it.

For i am like a ghost.

Everyone uses me as a host.

No love.

Just the voices from above.

The Sadness

Dear Ghost Girl.

‘Why so sad?’

‘Why so depressed?’

‘Why so Angry?’

‘Who did this to you?’

‘Who hurt you?’

‘Where will you go, Small ghost girl?’

‘Where is the sadness in your heart?’

‘You know you can’t escape.’

‘You know this won’t work.’

‘You know what he said was a lie.’

‘You know you should just leave.’

‘You know it’s true.’

‘Why do you stay then?’

‘Why do you keep forgiving?’

‘Small ghost girl, will you ever be free?’

‘Small ghost girl, why did you let him under your skin?’

‘Small ghost girl, where did he take your heart?’

‘Small ghost girl, why, oh, why did you leave?’

Silence, soft, and slow, she walked away.

Her hair flowed in the wind as I asked my questions.

‘I wish I could help you, Small ghost girl’

‘I wish I could stop the sadness’

‘I hope one day we meet again’

‘I hope I’ll be able to help you, Small ghost girl’

She walked into the darkness, the sadness covering her.

Before she disappeared she turned around and flashed a smile and lipped,

‘We’ll meet again…’

I cried.

Dear Ghost Girl, I’m sorry. I’ll wait.

Too Much ((Update))

Hey guys, if you saw the 'Too Much' blog, you'll know what this one is about.

For a while he stopped coming to school. But, i got news that he's coming back.

I don't know how to act, happy, sad, mad? 

I'll just be myself, and act normal. Maybe everything will go smoothly.

Snow

I took a long stick and wrote in the snow, the one question that had been repeating in my head.

the one question whose answer always evaded me...

the question is 'why?'

W. H. Y.  

'Why' may be a short word, but, a long question with many answers.

A question of wanting to learn. 

Wanting to understand. 

i want to know why. 

i want to find MY answer to the questions of the world. 

Why is there so much judgment in the world? 

why so much hate? 

i don't understand... neither do you. 

i walk back down the drive way, thinking about what i could do. 

I found no answer

Wave.

Dreams are so lonely...

They shattered like glass...

The end, just like life.

But, then how come Life isn't lonely?

Who is it that we have to keep us from dying with the loneliness? 

Who is it?

Better question, who are we?

What are we?

Where are we going?

If life ends like in my dreams, then why try?

But, i want to try.

I want to see...

What's coming my way.

But, once i see it, it may be too late to get away...

Once the way of nothingness washes over me, there won't be a way out.