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For many years, since before I can remember, my dreams have been no more then nightmares. My father has sent me to a physiatrist on many occasions… but I know that they think I am crazy once I tell them of my dreams. They write so many things down once I tell them of the woman who looks like my mother, the flash of fangs, and a drop of blood, glowing green eyes, and a scream of pain through the darkness. Once I tell my story and let it come to an end their pen never seems to stop. I think that if they write any faster then the paper will catch a flame. I continue my story of dreams to them, then obscurity, forgetting, seclusion, depression, imperfection, and death. My story is all but a happy one. There is no happily ever after. My story is of a girl I once knew but know no longer. For she met the end of my dream. The one most others wake from before it comes to it… she didn’t wake. She didn’t survive. This is her story.

Every morning it seems like nothing new will happen. We were all wrong about that when we decided to plunge head first into the darkness. We thought that it would be all fun and games… we were not entirely wrong. But it is hard to live such a life of darkness and few seem to understand. I understand what is going on in the world. I may be young and new but I understand what we are going threw. People to not except us and in return we do not except them. We forget them and cast them away as they have done to us. Is it a way to live? To party all night? I think it is. What about you?

the storm blows and i sit alone.

they walk by me and scorn me.

i wish they would die.

will they stop looking at me?

i pick up the knife and hold it close to myself as i walk up to them. i act like nothing is wrong. i act like i'm ok. that is till i smile as i drive the dagger into there judgmental heart of theres. that is if they have one. i smile and laugh as i take the blade out and lick it as i stick it back into my boot and walk away. that should teach them to judge me agian.

nothing specail seems to go on in this game we call life. we never think that it could be us that is on deaths list next... that is till its to late that is. we walk around thinking we know every thing and yet we know nothing. people think they understand us when we walk around with are spikes and chains on. they judge us and we think of them as nothing. but at the same time we judge them. are we no beter then they are? are we them? or are we a higher power then they are? do we even exist?