Venting Part 1

Something I wrote in class. I hope you enjoy it. Look at it and see if you can't see through this girls eyes. Thats what I'm trying to accomplish through this. Cause the girl is me.

Crying softly into a pillow

a girl remembers her past

someone used to be there

she loved him very much

then he flew away from her

and she was alone again.

As the pieces fell

to her imment suprise did she find

a man to pick up the shards.

He treid to put back together

the pieces of her past

but it cut him open brightly

It showed their love did not last.

once more she was alone

with nothing but a playstation controller in hand

the knives she did find.

Once again she cut herself open

and much to the girls dissmay

attention and concern her freinds did display.

A while later she heard rumors

that her once beloved was in dissaray.

Not all was going well with whorebag,

not all was what he had planned.

So, the girl ran to him

when she heard of the cuts upon his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her,

as he did once before,

but the problems arose once again.

The man was confused,

he couldn't decide who he loved

and thus the drugs and shrooms came to his aide,

his sad escpae from reality did not avail

the girl was annoying him

and thus he casted her aside again.

Thus again feelings unresolved

seprate paths did they take

and once more the girl found a blade.

A while along the road

the girl found someone one who loved her again.

After all was fine all was well,

but then things started to go to hell.

The girl was bored,

always was she depressed

because there was one she could not forget.

She was afraid of what would happen

so desperately she looked

for someone to be there if he were to take sudden leave of her.

She soon found some good freinds

and as she talked to them she discovered

once more she was falling for another.

He was faraway,

but when she needed him

he was always at bay.

Now it's like a pyramid

and god she's so confused.

She cannot decide what to do.

Chooseing is so hard,

it's just not right.

So, I think I'll take the knife.

ballad of a crying sparrow.

xXx Kitten xXx