Rain

I'm soaking wet and I feel fine. My shirt is almost see through but I don't go under the shelter just metres away. I'm dancing. To the outsider, I'm crying because I need to get out of the rain, but really they're tears of joy. Joy that I'm wet. Joy that I'm being me. And joy that I'm smiling on the inside and out, just once in my pitiful existance.

Having Something To Hold On To

You believe that you always have something to hold onto, and then it leaves you suddenly and you want it even more. We all take things for granted, let's just admit it and move on.
We all have a mother. We all have a father. We take them both for granted that they'll keep us strong. Those who don't have mothers and fathers will understand that once they go, we love them more and appreciate them more. Nothing pains more than everyday waste.
We need something to hold onto, whether it be a person or a key to your house, we all need something to keep us going through the darkened times, and by holding onto that one thing, we keep going, we don't give up, because we know they'll always love us.
When we lose it, we curl up and cry for hours until realising how good we have it.

Because you are never lost. You always know where you are, it's just the others who can't find you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALESHIA!!!!!!!

HEY! Just want to shout out a happy birthday to my cousin, Aleshia, who is turning one today.
Happy Birthday to anyone who also has a birthday on 26th May.

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In the end

In the end, hope is near, but it's also the furthest away that anything can be.
In the end, you feel like you've succeeded, but that's the biggest lie of all.
In the end, you like to think you're smart, but you know that you have to leave that title to the girl to your left.
In the end, you like to think that the person you'd love with all your heart would love you too, but that's when you're mean to them. You act like a bitch and you say the rudest things. At the time, it's a joke, then you see how hurt they are.
In the end, you get your knife, and scrape the skin that once was protective, but now is the only thing that stops you from bleeding to death.
In the end, you see the drops on red blood on the tiles, and you know that it was once a part of you.
In the end, visions flash in your mind.
In the end, you close your eyes, your heart it heavy, and then it stops beating once and for all.
In the end, you wish that your best friend would save you, but as you slip into unconciousness, you know that they're no longer your friend.
In the end, you speak to the dead.

Never regret anything, because at one time, it was exactly what you wanted.

Great day

Today was a fantastic day. Two of my guy friends, let's call them Fred and Louise, became so much closer to me today!
Fred and I are usually friends, but today, I would not be stupid to call him a best friend. He is so funny. No, I would not consider dating him unless he grew a little. He's so nice and all, but I like the fact that we're just friends because I don't feel weird or anything around him!
Louise and I have had rough patches, to say the least. We've had our moments where everything is perfect, but then we have those days where we feel like strangling each other. I am so happy because today was, I feel, one of those perfect moments.

But, on the contrary, I hated today. Today was a bad, bad day.
I hate happy endings. They are myths, they rarely ever happen. I'm just saying that today had a happy ending, leaving me feeling that today was not a good day.
Happy endings only happen to people whose lives are perfect, and every puzzle piece fits. I wish my life were like that.
I know that I'll never have a happy ending, because I'll never see her again, and knowing that is the saddest thought of all.

Honey

Honey... the stickyness on your knife as you slather it onto your toast on the morning, the sun's rays struggling to seep through the cracks in the shutters.
Honey... sliding down your throat, making you feel both warm and jittery.
Honey... you're the one, please tell me you can hear me.
Honey... I know you're reading this, but, honey, please be strong.
Honey... decipher what I'm saying.
Honey... listen, dear.
Honey... the feeling when we hug, the worse one when we broke up.
Honey... please come back to me.
Honey... tell me what I did wrong.
Honey... All I'm trying to say is...
Honey... I'm sorry.


Rach xoxoxo

Forever...

I wrote this poem... see what you think!
She held hands with her father;
She knew that he was there.
She looked out through the sea of black,
And saw a man in pear.
That was his favourite colour,
A green shade like his eyes.
It was a colour that stood out,
Especially in these dark skies.
She knew it couldn't be true,
But that was why she stood.
On the stage and very afraid,
She said all she could.
"I know you all loved my Daddy,
I know that you all cared.
But now, as he is far away,
We all wish he was spared."
She paused and looked down at the audience,
She could not see his face.
She was here many months ago,
Yet it seemed a different place.
"Forever, he'll be with you,
Forever, he will love.
Forever, he will give us good luck,
Forever, from above."
A tear was lurking beneath her eye,
She blinked it away.
She looked down at his grave and sighed,
"Forever. Forever. Today."

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xoxoxo Rach