L-E-A-V-E

L, is for the way you loathe for me,
O, is how you treat me obssessively,
V, is very, very plain and ordinary,
E, is even more than anyone that I implore to

Leave me now and don't return at all,
please me? Hah, now that;s a joke, no more;
we will never make it,
you took my heart and then misplaced it.
Love is not for me and you.

The Rain.

Step out from the rain,
for the warmth escapes you,
and as you feel the pain,
the coldness takes you.

Step out from the rain,
but not into my home,
as you are not accepted,
not with where you've roam'd.
This is but a simple game,
one which you've selected,
now leave this place hence,
not seen nor detected.

Step back into the rain,
from whence you came,
you are not wanted here,
nor anywhere, my dear.

Orientations.

You know, I think most of us are bisexual, in our own way. As in our own way can we appreciate the beauty of a body that shares nothing in common with us but a gender. As much as we are sexually attracted to the opposite sex, it's not uncommon for most of us to think about life as the opposite sex. And all aspects of it, "I wonder what it feels like for a girl to feel sexual stimulation."

Our dominant social values tell us that only a man and a woman should feel any such feelings toward eachother, but I can confidently call you a liar if you tell me you've not even considered it, once. Besides, a thought is not an act. Well, depending on whom you ask at least. A Christian (and I'm sure many other religious people) will tell you that if you ever think about killing someone, or even think that you 'hate' them, then you are considered a murderer, through the eyes of God, not the law, of course. So does the thought of a male being attractive make us gay? In opposition to the thought of the sexual act, because as even hatred makes us murderers, does attraction make us lovers?

...God only knows.

Promise you'll only take one?

I find it very ironic that doctors give those that are most prone to suicide attempts medication that can be potentially lethal at the drop of a hat; it's a little frustrating to be honest.

I guess you could say that someone dear to me tried to take her life just the other day. I haven't had a lot of sleep since then and as a result, deemed myself unable to cope with the everyday stress of a school environment. This happened two Sunday's ago, and today, Tuesday week, I've still not attended a day of school since, tomorrow will be my first. The worst part about it is that I tried to make her life one worth living, which I thought wasn't too impossible. I don't know, maybe it is... I can confidently say that -- Assumuming she gives it time---------

*Sigh* Who am I kidding?

There is no point; maybe nobody ever does find the one, hm? *Letting out a heavy breath of recollection* I don't know, I guess I'll just have to hold on and hope for the best; it's what I've been doing my whole life.

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Try as we might, we have little control over our surroundings. In the end, it exerts an inescapable hold on us.