His head up high he walked on, he always saw the good in everybody, his girl, well she couldn't, she never saw what he did in her, and she never quite understood him. She hides away in her room after school, she cries but tells no one, she wishes herself dead, but doesn't make a move in that direction, knowing she is needed on earth, knowing she has one who care truely for her, but she always says he doesn't.
She is hurt, her ex beat her viciously, but managed to hide the bruises, her arms and back beat to pulps and her stomach punches and bruised. She never understood what she had done wrong, she kissed him and tried to make him happy but it only got her hit, she would not kiss him or try to make him happy, still she got hit. She often had to beg for moments of breath and tears always streamed down her cheeks.
She moved to a new state in hopes of starting over, she met a boy, they started dating and they fell in love, but parts of her still feared that boy she left in the state before. She looks despretly for answers, why she would have been treated in that way.
But she finds none, she finds a wall made of cement that always rejects her the answers she seeks.
When the boy found out, he swore to protected with a blade that lives in his pocket, but the girl laughed, but it meant so much to her that he would bother to protect her at all.
Though she is emotionally broken, she still tries so hard to have a free spirit, she attempts to make him and her friends happy, but in her eyes always seems to fail. She had told her story many times to a few people, but is so afraid of what awaits her, she has a hard time moving on.
She and her boy fight, a lot sometimes, so she feels like a bigger failer even though she know she starts most of them. She knows it's her fault what happened to her in her past. That's what she believes at least.
No matter how hard the boy try's to lift her spirits and try's to make her happy, she always ends up sad. She know she hurts the boy when she exspresses her insecuritys and is mean to herself, calling herself worthless.
But she never listens fully to what anybody says unless it is negative about her. She only sees the worst in herself, she thinks she is fat and annoying.
But the thing she doesn't tell the boy is this:
When she is with him, she feels safe, even though outside the walls of her room. When she is with him she feels immortal, she feels like she has something worth living for, she feels like she can jump over buildings. When she is with him she feels almost like she can't be touched, and what's better is that she doesn't tell the boy....
She doesn't tell the boy that she feels like she's never felt before, she feels like she is a godess living in Olympus. She feels like she is so strong and is whole. She feels a raging fire that ignites just by the sight of the boy, but she never says a word, afraid that she might ruin all that she thinks she has left.
