DWDarkness

When I was younger, my worst fear was to never be able to do more, to learn more. Well, that and spiders. I was the top of my class,learning anything and everything I could. When I grew into middle school, I started learning the complexities of the human race, taking my focus away from my studies temporarily. That led up until my freshman year, when I realised I could learn so much more here, in high school. I’m constantly looking to better myself and my smarts. I just want to know all I can about the world. But I don’t have the time. I want to learn to play the drums. I want to learn how to dance. I want to learn how to sing. I w

You were once in a happy, loving family. You had everything you needed at your fingertips. Friends, family, a job. Sure you had to transport yourself by bike, but that wasn't much of a problem. Everything was local anyway. Then your father changed jobs. The office was far away, so he had to leave earlier and come home later. He was always annoyed at something. It ended up getting so bad that he didn't come home for days on end. Your mom was still in school, and worked days, so she was barely home either. She tried to take care of you and your siblings, but in the end, you were the one picking them up and walking them home from school, or arr

I look around these crazy grounds, this high school with only the high. I see crushed dreams and reason to believe that this is not as great as it seems when you're back in the stroller, backck in the swing, being told what to do, being told how to be. This unreasoning thing, this field of worker bees, makes me want to fly to a tree, to stay there, and stay free. I long for the scooter, the swing that I was anoved out of to face this cold reality that I was not prepared for, no amount of testing would make a difference when you're doing your own thing the thing that's too boring, too monotonous to comprehend why, why do you see crushed dream

For the people you adore. For the people you can't ignore. For the people surrounded with glore. How long until it turns to gore?

You walk around the campus You walk around the school. Everywhere are whispers Pegging you a fool You join a sport or club And try to make a friend You participate in activities Until you reach the end You hear around the corner You hear it through the wall People making fun of you Do you know them at all? You walk around the campus You walk around the school Everywhere are whispers Pegging you a fool.

They point, they laugh at things on file, Trying to make it seem worthwhile. He points, he laughs at a meme he found, And yet, then he turned around. They point, they laugh at his shoes and smiles, Thinking fun and playing, while He points, he laughs, at them from way up high, He turns, he jumps, he aims to fly.

You stand upon the edge, my dear, I know you're always here. You've got such shackles, Yet invisible and clear. They're crafted by your love, They're crafted by your life. You think you can't escape them, Because you're the wife. But, my dear, your time is near, For you to make a decision. Your options are thrice, And must be used with precision. You can sit up, escape, and take power Or you can stay, keep devouring to deflower. You stand upon the edge, my dear, I know you're always there. You took the third, And now we've something to share. You took to the edge, my dear, You took to the flight. And that's the third option. You are ready

A tickle for your innocence A smack for your love. A fuck for your virginity A monster for the dove.

Pretend Pretend you're a child, young and free, but no home to return to, the fires, you see. Pretend you're a teen, locked behind doors. with padding on the walls, ceiling, and floors Pretend you're an adult, as tall as a tree, dreams in your reach, as you sail off to sea. Pretend you're old, and lying in bed, an IV in your hand, like needle and thread. You look back on your life, and think you can mend, so you decide to play, play Pretend.