It feels strange not to be capable of forming tears anymore, especially now that all I can bring myself to want to do is cry. Is watching this masquerade of blind dancers supposed to make me feel jealous, or angered perhaps? All it seems to do is confuse. Wandering aimlessly has no ups or downs, just this mountain of negligible nothings. I was so sure I'd find something worth missing in this frigid wasteland but memories just aren't the same when they're all you have left. 2
°spoken° 3
Wait! There... in my bedroom. What's happening? What do they think they're doing? My clothes! Those are mine, and my desk full of my beautiful writings! Those are mine too! Imagine, I once thought I mattered to these people. These monsters. You'd think my own parents would wait twenty-four measly hours before they tore every spec of an innocent reminder of their child down from the walls of injustice. If anything about dying has tainted the thought of ever existing in the first place, it's the hypocrisy of it all. 4
°shouted° 5
What more could you possibly have expected from me! I don't remember signing any contract promising to put up with your silly mind games! It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair! Toy with someone else's emotions for a change! I've had enough of what your idea of a test is! Why, why, why? You know what, I don't even care anymore! Have at me! Nail me to your noticeboard of failures! Chisel a note deep into my soul that explains the horrific truths of how disappointment has prevailed! Let everybody know that I killed myself!!! 6
Winner
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