As I stalk you from trees, I start to realize that I am just a creep. No matter how hard I try, I can never say hi. All i can do is watch you from behind. I can't look you in the eye yet. I refuse to say
goodbye. I dont want you to leave because i know that once you're gone, I will be greeted by the shadows with a cold and empty home. Yesterday, I tried to leave you a sign, but I think it flew by
because you never replied. I think I tried too hard trying to make you see what you mean to me because the wind blew back at me. As I lean against the tree, I start to cry in desperation, wondering
why am I such a freak. I want to get to know you, but something pulls me back, and every time I look to see what's pulling back, all i see myself. I want you to speak towards the trees where I
happen to be and reach out to me. You are like a light that's so bright it's so hard to look at, and every time you get close, I get so afraid because I know that if I slip up, you'll go away, leaving me in my
cycle of torment. Cry, sulk, torture, lonelieness, pain, and circle around me every time you leave. In the end, I'm so sick of myself, for for this is all my fault, and if I didn't think so much, you
wouldn't have to leave forever.
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The Dark Ages Vol.3 The End Is Near? [Formerly "Blaring Thoughts"]
PoetryI see a light at the end of the tunnel. I hope it's real. I hope I can make it. It's so far away. Will I make it? Will things finally be better?