It was about bulling.
The topic I'm relating the most.
The topic I see everyday, visible or not.
The topic I've been through few times for a long periods in my life.
It's painful.
It's breaking.
It's hard.
It's ruining who you are.
So maybe it builds you stronger somehow.
And maybe it taught you about life.
And maybe it tied you to another people who will let you down because it always happening.
But all those maybes will never delete the pain, the confusion, and the difficult to get you back together.
I'll never be okay.
I'll be happy someday, but this day is far.
Or maybe tomorrow because my mood swings like an extreme roller coaster.
I'm thinking if sometimes I have "mania depressia" (bipolar) but I don't want to go to a psychologist to even try.
Or maybe I should.
It would be an experience.
But it may be interesting.
Maybe I do have bipolar.
Probably I don't have.
But what if I have?
But what if I have another thing.
And what If whaa and blah and jiah?!
Well if you'll ever comment -please I need your help!- say if I should to go or I shouldn't.
I'm having awful days right now.
You know about the secret, you know actually the full one.
Half from my friends know a half.
Also the friend that I miss and just blocking me because I'm not popular knows.
And the other doesn't know and it's better on this way (so much better of this way… just a line from MCR song).
But a few hours ago someone texted me if maya g could tell her the secret, I didn't know who she is so I asked and she replied.
BUT WHY WOULD SHE ASK SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW?
But if someone back stabbed me?
Now that I need Gal the most, she don't want my company.
And it's awful.
And I need her.
I need her.
And now I'm over reacting but I don't care because I can't stay like this.
No wonder why I feel alone!
I miss her…
But she don't miss me… my best friend don't want as a friend at all because of what?! Being unpopular?
Being unpopular it's a gift, and being popular it's a curse.
CURSE.
But if it what it takes the decision is harder.
Friend I need the most and getting the curse? Or staying with the gift and tear apart slowly like a drawling flame bursting forever like a soul in a hunt for a rest.
Wow… my teacher for English missing a lot of talent
in this shell that contains everything that stuck this being gravitated to the lonely reality she wants to destroy into ashes everything, from the dirt on the Cellini to the drop if blood that fell from her heart while aiming a knife against to her chest. But no one is hear to hearing the screaming of the terrified boy that ruined her fragile heart that broke, the boy keep whispering to her about how he mistook and what he really feels, aiming the dagger nasty from blood like the girl from before into his heart.
I'm really inspired today in poetry or tragedy (however you'll call it) because today we have an assignment (in the epic geniuses program music lesson when all we do is hear and understand better music with a band member sarcastic as a teacher) to write a song -making sense or not- and if you can add music.
So poetry - awesome. Songwriting - sucks.
If I could only to show who I really am.
So in photo berries (new blog) I'll upload photos and berries (poems and tragedies).
Please comment if you liked the tragedy, if I need a psychologist or what I should pick popularity or the gift.
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