Another stake to the heart.

If you were to take a walk around a high school during its "Passing period" you would see many people holding hands, giving one another hugs, and some lucky few snatching away a kiss. Now imagine what its like to be sixteen, alone, wanting love, and the girl thats perfect for you already taken.

Feels like hammering the nails into your own coffin.

At least, thats what it does for me, every day that i have to go to school i face these trials, and many wonder why i REALLY hate it there and fake being sick often, i plod along, my shoulders in pain from the twenty pounds strapped to my back, and watch as love flourishes all around me. While the rose i hold is only leaving scars in my fingers.

As i sit in my classes, and daydream about what life would be like about with love, i often question why i am alive, which isint a subject i tread lightly upon. I often wish i had a metal capsule on a chain around my neck on a steel chain, and within that metal capsule would be a black pill... I think you know what that pill is (Cyanide for those not familiar.)

But then i consider the future, and that i would eventually find love, but the constant reminder that i am alone does little to help, like right now, i have a "Is you're love real or fake" advertisement right next to the box that contains the text you read, I often weigh my choices and choose to keep living, but i have to ask...

When will the night mother take me? At my time? Or before...? Only time and love will tell.