Rain

It may snow, it may rain,
But my love for you will always remain.
The teardrops keep falling,
As if stomping my heart,
… Still beating, though.

Not that I miss you,
No.
It’s not another excuse,
To keep you by my side,
No.

This time the pain…
Is actually real.
Is it a relief?
You know… You used to…
Pay attention to me…

Faker,
Pretender,
All those words that you hate,
All those words that describe me.

Maybe we should give it up.
We know we are no good.
At least we still take a chance…
On trying to breath.

It’s quite impossible,
My body feels heavy.
I can’t walk or talk.
I stopped listening too.

I can’t hear my screaming
I can’t hear you.
Now, my vision is fading.
All I see now is empty space.

Though I still feel you.
I still feel the warmth of your body
And breath.

Say it once more,
For everyone to hear
That you used to care about my feelings.
Now it’s too late, probably.

Don’t worry, I’ll be watching you.
But later, when your time has come,
I won’t be able to help you.

Always second

Here I am, yet again not wanting but from a distance. She is right next to me, the smart one, and me, the dumb one. She is always better than me in everything… And that’s what pisses me off. I keep on trying to be great but she is always the best, she probably doesn’t have to try. She is always seen by everyone, and I am invisible.
Why should I even care? I turn out to be nothing, right? Compared to everyone, I’m an empty soul. Crawling and roaming around, for nothing, always killing time, studying, for nothing. For whatever I do hers will be thirty times better. It’s always like that. It’s getting me on my nerves.
Maybe it’s jealousy. Or maybe I’m just done with this crap. I quit this game… Probably it was already over, or it didn’t even start.

The war just started.
I'm sick of being compared... to people who do the same shit as me.

This is bullshit, I'll give up. I'm tired of being treated like crap and listening to what friends should do, what they don't accomplish... Fuck it. I'm trying to live my life... while I can.
What if I would drink beer, smoke cigarretes or love girls? Why would you mind? ... And what if I was a boy?

Wasted days

We try,

And we try harder.

But in the end, it goes all wrong.

We work hard to keep our grades.

Though, we screw things up right in the end.

Not that we do the things the wrong way,

No.

It’s just that it turns out to be a mess.

“I hate it here.

It’s so cold, I’m freezing.”

I wish we could get along

Maybe it’s impossible.

“Put the jacket on, freak.”

Yes, it is impossible.

And yet I try,

Over and over.

Maybe this thing hasn’t an end.

It’s always the same shit.

I’m tired of this.

This crap is driving me crazy.

“What is it, dumb fuck?”

“I have a question.”

Maybe I shouldn’t do it.

“Why are you treating me like this?”

The room was noisy,

But in seconds it turned out to be silent.

“I have my motives.”

And there it goes another wasted day.

A normal day.

Maybe… getting along is impossible.