Happiness and YouIn the past you called me smart
And you filled my life with joy.
Recently, you told me I deserve to be happy
And you made me smile
A real, genuine smile.
I told you I would love you forever
And I still do
In my own unique way.
You were too good for me then
You're too good for me now.
Souls connect.I've always felt like the odd one out - like an orchid in a sea of roses.
I've always thought that I'm meant for greater things - even if I make mistakes.
I've always thought that I'm different - in looks, personalities and annoying habits.
I've always felt like I'm incomplete - like I'm missing something or someone.
I think I've finally found that other part of me - hidden deep within you.
FriendshipsneverreallydieoutI guess some things don't change. You still make me smile, and make me laugh. We still talk all night and complain the next day when we're tired.
We still go out to the movies, and chat in class.
But when you really think about it, lots of things have changed.
You're not the centre of my thoughts and I love you, but only like I do other friends.
I guess I have more fun with you now than I did before, now that I don't have to decipher the meaning of your words. I guess I did that a lot.
I think things are better this way. I'm a lot happier, and I think you are too. I miss how we were before sometimes, but I know deep down that this is the way things were meant to be.
The GameI was presented with two choices - participate in their sick game, or die.
I had never thought about how or when I would die, but as I thought about my possible death in a matter of days, I felt incredibly calm.
How many hundred people ad been in my place, forced to choose between life and death?
How many people could still tell their story?
Those people disgust me - they go against every moral and belief I have ever had, but after several days, I saw their point of view.
The game was simple: convince someone else to play the game. Completing the task would let you be free again, but if your chosen person chose death, you'd have to start all over again.
Days trickled by and Kayden was getting reckless. He kept visiting me, pleading with me to see things his way. I'm guessing he had been playing for quite a while now.
The room they kept me in was furnished but simple: no extra effort was put into the rooms to make them feel cosy; they only had the basics.
A bed fastened to the wall lay
Last GoodbyesHand in hand, wearing our hearts on our sleeves, we walked forward to face our pending doom.
With fear like electricity, wearing bravery as a mask, we looked death straight in the eye.
Hundreds of soldiers wore black like death and a red that was as rich as blood, and were positioned in straight rows with their weapons ready.
Our last thread of hope blew away with the wind - the same wind that made the desert sand look like newly shed blood dispersed throughout the grounds and swept our raven black hair to flicker all around us.
One last squeeze of our hands, and the catch of each others' eye was the only goodbye we could afford.
The deafening sound of an air horn signaled the beginning of the bloodshed and the start of our gruesome deaths.
The theatre of life.Life is a movie,
You play the parts you're given.
Everything is pre-decided.
How will you go when the spotlight,
Finally shines on you?
Life in all it's gloryYou're a splitting image,
Of the girl I can never be,
You're everything I wish to be,
But wishes only come true in fairy tales.
I could never be friends with you,
We're much too different.
Maybe in another lifetime,
When the roles are reversed.
Until then we'll go our separate ways,
Playing the roles we're given.
Life has a sense of humour,
I'll never fully understand.