I lie awake staring at darkness,
Wondering how people can cause so much pain,
Then a thought comes to mind,
I could stop this,
But my plan would involve sinking to there level,
That i would never do.
Everyone laughed,
But i only cried,
Those people didnt understand the pain inside,
There cruel behavier could not be stopped by a teacher or me,
When your all alone with no one on your side,
Just believer in yourself but dont cry, cry, cry.
We each create our own hell. by Gothicruby, literature
Literature
We each create our own hell.
Boxed In.
Trapped.
A never ending cycle; human life.
Even when it ends it's dragged on.
Crevices; normally you can hide in them, shun yourself from the world,
bury so far down that not even the tiniest threat can detect you.
Not if you're lost.
Not here; where you don't deserve that right.
I'm hidden,
I'm exposed.
Like a prisoner in a Roman collisium; just waiting for the lions.
So dark...so quiet..So plain.
Smoothed, stone walls with smooth, stone ground; cold and hard.
It's maddening. But I won't fall to it, no, no.
Not me.
Not the Dark Ace; I, the terror of the skies.
Marauder of the winds.
Disturber of the peace.
I
What would you have done?
If you were told you were about to die What would you do?
You wouldve behaved much more differently than I. Of that I am sure.
And what did I do?
I laughed.
I laughed at the very thought of death. I laughed at her, I laughed at me, I laughed at this whole situation. Who knew how crazy this lady really was? I laughed because I hated her. Once I started laughing I couldnt stop. I began to crave pain, I wanted to be done with it already, I laughed some more. I could hear the sound echo off the walls, could see the rage build on her face, I knew the m