Why?

why did i meet you? why did i go there? why did you come? why were we even there? why did you laugh at my jokes? why did you have to smile? why were you so kind? why was i such a jerk? why did i like you? why did your eyes have to be that color? why did i try? why did i fall for you? why did you have to cry? why did i care? why weren't you mean? why didn't you hate me? why did you enjoy my company? why were we friends? why did you have to be so beautiful? why were you like an angel? why did you care for this demon? why did you thank me? why didn't you push me away? why did i write you, all those letters? why did we dance? why did i help you during those years? why did i want you? why didn't you tell me? why did you say that? why was i more like a brother? why not a boyfriend?why did you hug me? why wouldn't it work? why did you leave me alone? why did i feel hollow inside? why was my heart torn apart? why was my soul dying? why did i keep living? why did i want you when you were gone? why did i go out into the snow? why did i cry? why didn't i ask you to stay? why did i lie to everyone? why did they fall for me? why didn't i make them leave? why did love them? why did i trick them? why am i still alive? why am i letting them go? why can't i let you go? why? because i loved you.

death or otherwise known as peace

No one knew, no one could tell, that we thought we were going to hell. We were always so quiet, we never did show, just how far we were willing to go. Our family, they never found out, how much in the night we would shout. Oh, how we screamed and oh how we cried, and we felt like we had almost died. Later on in life, we just learned to deal, we became hollow, and could no longer feel. Not the warmth of the sun, nor the wind in our hair, we just shrugged our shoulders, for we really didn't care. We never smiled, or showed any joy, because our loneliness would always destroy. Though we couldn't feel, we always were cold, always being tired, and seeming to be really old. And now as our life comes to an end, no longer shall we offend. For all the blood is now flowing, bright crimson red, while our friends and family are unknowing, we leave ourselves for dead. Adieu to all we leave behind, even though some of you weren't very kind. Tortured as we were for all of our life, we never thought we'd be on the ground holding the knife, to cut our the burning pain, as our blood falls like rain. Now that the light is fading, and darkness closes in, and we can see where we have been. All that hurt and all that pained is finally washing away, and finally we can see a new day. It was all too much to handle, like light sustained by a dying candle. Living in the darkness of our mind, we could not see, But now that I see the light, I can at long last be free. 

           THE END