An old Friend Lost <3
I think most of you know what this is about...
She stood with an intense stare. The stare that most would fear but this, was of despair. The words had come so quick that all that came to her senses were trembles of shock. The old friend not to be confused with close pasts but a mere forgotten acquaintence had lost all the battles she thought he had won.
Though lost with time, the sense of having been there came with a rush of emotions and the question of not knowing what to feel. A confusion that led to a place that felt like home. But how could it be that someone she had known was so out of place? Was it the fact of her not being there and thinking she was or was it the true thing lost in self-hatred and having the guts to pull the trigger.
The rush of things could not be processed in her silent environment of 30 paralyzed kids forced into an enclosed room devoted to science. All the mean things she just went along with of the druggie boy with a kill list and a gun had all come to one nightmare. The nightmare that comes once a year but still scares the shit out of you for the rest. An innocent soul with no home to call to, the misplaced object in a room of immaculate design, the boy she once called a friend. But time had done it's job and the small bond between them had broken and never bothered to be taped back up.
It's amazing how one class period can toy with a young mind, leading to thoughts of having a chance to save a life while waiting for the hand to move faster on the round clock. Having the ability to woo a person into a lifetime of frienship that would somehow overcome the life labeled as "home". But those options never cam to the missing boy with a gun in his hand. The only thoughts racing in his mind were of a simple choice known as death. It may seem like a selfish act, but that is why choice has such a meaningful tone. One can choose to live a life in poverty while having the knowledge of generosity or to live in greed with the memories of fucking up millions of people's lives. For those who feel like they don't have a choice, should know that those who do have the choice to help.
With that realization of helping a peer, tears gathered in her stare and her eyes slowly closed, as a thin stream fell down her powdered cheeks. She just wanted to say sorry for knowing and not doing anything at all...
Rest in Peace Chase <3
old 7th Grade Love.
She stood with an intense stare. The stare that most would fear but this, was of despair. The words had come so quick that all that came to her senses were trembles of shock. The old friend not to be confused with close pasts but a mere forgotten acquaintence had lost all the battles she thought he had won.
Though lost with time, the sense of having been there came with a rush of emotions and the question of not knowing what to feel. A confusion that led to a place that felt like home. But how could it be that someone she had known was so out of place? Was it the fact of her not being there and thinking she was or was it the true thing lost in self-hatred and having the guts to pull the trigger.
The rush of things could not be processed in her silent environment of 30 paralyzed kids forced into an enclosed room devoted to science. All the mean things she just went along with of the druggie boy with a kill list and a gun had all come to one nightmare. The nightmare that comes once a year but still scares the shit out of you for the rest. An innocent soul with no home to call to, the misplaced object in a room of immaculate design, the boy she once called a friend. But time had done it's job and the small bond between them had broken and never bothered to be taped back up.
It's amazing how one class period can toy with a young mind, leading to thoughts of having a chance to save a life while waiting for the hand to move faster on the round clock. Having the ability to woo a person into a lifetime of frienship that would somehow overcome the life labeled as "home". But those options never cam to the missing boy with a gun in his hand. The only thoughts racing in his mind were of a simple choice known as death. It may seem like a selfish act, but that is why choice has such a meaningful tone. One can choose to live a life in poverty while having the knowledge of generosity or to live in greed with the memories of fucking up millions of people's lives. For those who feel like they don't have a choice, should know that those who do have the choice to help.
With that realization of helping a peer, tears gathered in her stare and her eyes slowly closed, as a thin stream fell down her powdered cheeks. She just wanted to say sorry for knowing and not doing anything at all...
Rest in Peace Chase <3
old 7th Grade Love.