3. broken glass

Wet pillows, distorted Christmas trees, chocolates, and I know I will quit school, simply because I'm not allowed. isn't this a backwards way of thinking? Certainly everyone knows it is. but it doesn't matter, I won't attend anymore. All my dreams ran out of time and it's back to nightmare's again.

Where are you?

I was so angry I smashed the porch window. my fist went straight through. no blood. no scratch. because I could only think of you and wonder what were you doing. you were thinking of me.

Today, this evening. they came around again. they won't leave me alone. am I going to have a life at all? I smell murder on their breath.

Regret is when they should've forgotten about us. fools can't learn. the phone rang. I remember you once stood beside it. The protector. so I remember, again.

now I do drugs. a little by a little. I never wanted to.