I cleaned my room today and found some of my old writing books. This one, a long with another, is from almost 4 years ago. It's alot different from what I write now, but I thought I'd put it in here anyways to show some different styles of mine. So enjoy!
My fantasy has ended
and I'm back to where I was,
I hear the angels crying
I'm no longer up above.
They see me now I'm falling,
towards this deep, dark hole,
they see me now I'm crying,
I'm no longer their's to hold.
I feel the pain it's stabbing
like a thousand sharpened knives
I feel them hurting me,
One hundred million times.
It's never gunna end,
I look around and see,
The red, orange, yellow,
flames surrounding me.
I can hear him now he's laughing,
unaware of what I feel.
I know the end is coming,
but for him it's just not real.
He wants to keep on going.
he'll use me every time.
he knows I'll be here waiting,
anytime he tries.
So just hurry up and use me,
I'm waiting here for you,
sitting on my bed,
debating what to do.
I no longer know now,
how this all will end.
To me life's just not worth it,
if all we are is friends.
So now I really know,
that my fantasy is gone,
a perfect world for me,
where nothing can go wrong.
