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"Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable." - Sydney Smith It all began with the kidnappings. People I didn't know on campus were being snatched by an unknown force in black sedans and vans with deathly tinted windows.  The first was caught on camera and a photograph had circulated the school campus, where people were made aware but were still being disappeared. Eventually, people began taking it as a joke. I was walking in the courtyard when a van came screeching through and came to a sudden halt about fifteen feet away from me in broad daylight when two teen

I haven't the slightest clue to who I am, but who even cares anyway? I've been living from morning to moon with only scratching a social surface. Help me, assist me, I dying and drowing in the sea of lonesome. Talk to me, interrogate me, I want some kind of attraction today! A kingdom where no one cares whether your hurt or your pissed again, and good luck finding that source of light, it only takes several failing tries alongside a deep depression and pierced heart. Pull me from heartache, place me inside a shrine for a stinging second. I don't mean to be selfish, but share your words so I can pay back in return. Is this my e

That feeling of helpessness, it will only take me deeper and deeper. So I will find a way, find a way out of the inescapeable hole of anxious and frantic nerve. Tonight's the night where I will try to see the dark brightened away. No one knows that I had cried about an outcome or situation I cannot predict for goodness sake. Please keep me awake. The lack of experience in words, my voice trembles in utter nerve, for this time I want to give it a great fight, to give her a beautiful good-night. Hands will be kept on the sides, we'll move slowly and keep things just right. The motion in circles will disfigure the backgrounds, bu