No one understands me.
A dagger thrust through my heart ; pain spreading like a wild forest fire.
No body to talk to. No one I can trust.
I’m used to being alone it’s all I’ve ever known, but I wish it could all change.
For the better.
The Shadow, which weighs down on my shoulders, is making my life miserable.
A single tear rolls down my pale face and drips into a puddle.
I remember.
No one understands
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The Red Tree
She drags her shoes on the ground, and you could just hear the engines wrecking, the metal clashing and all she stares at is the light.
Then the leaf drops.
Then there was silence.
Then people carried on doing what they were doing.
The leaf is a symbol of hope;The girl will never let hope take place.
The helmet is heavy;It made the girl feel week and trapped.
No one understands
Alone in a bottle ; stuck in something you can’t get out of. Bottling it up. Know one knows you;know one knows you excites. Each stone is a bad feeling; every stone surrounds you. You are a locked box and the key is lost in the sea. Their’s a zip on your mouth;know one knows how you feel.Clouds in your mind.Nothing to look forward to.
Alone In a Bottle
Nobody understands her, does she speak another language. Nobody knows? I’m trying my best to cheer her up, but she’s not noticing me.
Darkness
The darkness surrounds me closing in on the little tin that I sit in. Nobody understands the pain that I sit through. Nobody understands the things that I sit through. I feel like the world has stopped but the darkness does not. Here I am in a little tin I keep it closed but people keep peaking in.
Determination is a power of the mind ;
It is adrenaline driving you towards your goals;
Determination a fire in your soul;
It is in push in your back which makes you go the extra mile;
Determination. A push. Fire
Hope is a small ember that floats out in the dead of night. It’s the last root of a tree, no one knows where it is there but it is there. It is a firework exploding up to heaven. Hope is a plane cutting across the sky as the sunset goes. It’s a dragon’s last breath. Hope is tomorrow.
I’m locked in; I can’t breathe; It’s suffocating me.
The only thing I can see is darkness, pitch black.
All I can hear is my voice trying to speak, but not much noise is coming.
My dirty, red hair is flowing in the wind, in my eyes so I can’t see.
A single tear rolls down my face.
Help.