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Matthew had read the note a million times. He could recite the poem from memory but couldn't understand what it meant. What did his brother mean he didn't understand? How did he know his parents would blame him? So many questions left unanswered. Matthew had wanted to believe what his brother said, about it not being goodbye forever, but he couldn't let himself cling to false hope. Adam's funeral had shown him reality enough. He was just thankful that his brother didn't hate him in the end, like he hated himself.
"Lies, lies, lies," The demon screamed. He was growing impatient, he needed blood. This time the young girl was alive and healthy, even in the face of a demon. Her face was confident and stubborn. The girl was the exact image of Hope except she wore a silver gown that shimmered with each movement, a shining halo rested above her caramel-colored hair and long silver wings protruded from her back. She was an angel, filled with light and hope. She stared the demon down.
EscapeEvery day, I die a little more inside;Escape4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul, yearning to escape, my emotions, I try to hide.
I only want to shield you; hide you from the pain I feel;
But in reality, it's no use; it's not the best way to deal.
It's not that I don't want you to know, or that I question your trust.
It's just that all my sorrows are becoming way too much.
I don't usually speak my mind or even think things through.
But at the end of every day, I'm thinking about you.
I'm sorry for all the times that I have lied straight to your face,
The truth is, no, I'm not okay, my memories, I'd like to erase.
Maybe one day, I'll be at peace, and share the reason for my sadness.
But until then, I'll let my mind escape into the blackness.