Here's something I wrote a little while ago. It's probably the most personal I'm going to get with you guys. Just kidding... It is coherent with my moods at the time. I forget what exactly I was writing about... Oh well!
And I hate this. Yes, I'm loathing everything. There's nothing to hope for. There's nothing to wish for. I'm dying day by day. You're a folly worth saving but can I take all this? I'm so new inside my soul. My heart knows not when to let go of all the things I hold so dear. You are wonderful. Hard to imagine that you even love me as I am. Do I play a smaller role than what you like to tell? I'm so indescribably tempted to run away. I'm crying and dying so slowly, now. I'm falling on a downward spiral into the abyss of my own horrors. I hear so many tortured souls. Seems they know what all I know. What to do? What to do? I wish I could get away. I wish that there was some reprieve. I need a little break from a life of waste and haste. Why can't we all calm down? Wouldn't it be easier that way to just accept our faults? To just get on with life? To just get on with life? I know I can tread the stormy seas much longer than I do. And you can, too. And you can, too.
Now that I think about it, this was written a while ago. Maybe six months or so ago. I think I was writing it about a friendship that just fell through. Given that it was the first year of high school, I lost a lot of friends. That's life...