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What is love? Thats a good question

Nobody really knows what it is...

It can break you into little tiny pieces...which turns to dust and that flies away in the wind...lost forever

Sometimes it benefits...HA!! thats a joke

Everyone has different views on it

In my eyes emo love is true love

Commited to each other

Understand each other

Know each others pain

Loves each other for who they are

And would die together

Then theres love that is...fake

They act it

They pretend it

They talk about it

They think and not act

They think that they like each other

But that is some big load of crap!

All i know is that love means being...

Shattered

Weirdo, cutter, emo, suicidal are just...some of the names she is called at her school

Sticks and stones may break her bones, but names will always...harm her

Just because she is...different then every body else

Doesnt make her a bad person

Avoided by her peers, teachers, and sometimes even relatives

As she walks through the halls avoiding eye contact from anyone

She gets stared down by the preps and jocks

She has short light black hair with bluish greenish eyes...defintly different

Her boots, belts...style of clothing not even close to anyone else's

Always writing about killing herself, death, and darkness behind life

As she walks slowly to lunch, she decides on one fate

And only one fate

The world wont change with her gone was the only thoughts that went through her head

She makes her way over to her friends table and ask for her knife

She gets handed a 6 inch knife and makes her way to the bathroom

She opens the stall slowly

Walks in and closes the stall door

Then with one quick swift movement...

Slits her throat...she falls to the cold floor...dead...gone forever

But everyone still remembers her as an...

Outsider

I watch him in the hallways

He watches back

I glance in class

And he glances back

I love him

He loves me

A no show for the first week

Avoiding me the second week

Ignoring me the third week

Trying to make me jealous the fourth week

Is it ever going to stop?

He approaches with confidence

And looks me in the eye

With a serious and loving face

Speaks the words I have longed to hear

I love you, be mine?

Smiling shyly

With him returning it

My one and only answer

To his question was

Of course!

As Valentine’s Day approached us rapidly

We both wanted to die together

But being too young to marry

And being young in general

It was time

We went over to a deserted blossoming tree

Carved our names into the tree

Kissed each other ever so passionlessly

We took the guns, held hands, and said

See you soon, I love you

With a little pull of the trigger

Blackness consumed us

But there in the blackness

We drifted together for eternity…

In each others bloody arms

Why must it always rain

On my parade?

Why must people put me down

When I am finally happy?

Just crush my dreams in their hands

And throw the remains out the window

Why must there be posers?

Acting all that, and thinking their cool

Why must siblings be fags?

Annoying you to the point that you break

Blaming everything on you

Whining, crying, complaining, pointing out the obvious

Why must your loves

Never love you back?

Just stab you right smack dab in the middle

Of your heart

And laugh as they watch you bleed

Slowly crumbling away with a bleeding broken heart

Why must life

Be so complicated?

Everything has a flaw to it

Certain things can harm you

Certain people can harm you

Why must school

Be a living hellhole?

Teachers, principles, fags all getting on your case

All trying their hardest to make you crack

The classes so boring

No freedom, no rights

This is a free country

And they just think they actually

Have authority over us?

I would love to punch them in the face

And tell them each of our rights!!

Why must our fantasies

Never come true?

And when they do…

Is it even reality?