Week 11, Day 2:
"Here's a poem I wrote entitled Masks," Hunter is visibly shaking. He volunteered to read a poem for the first time this year in Writer's Forum. He hasn't let me see the poem yet but he said it was about Jakob. He didn't even ask me if I knew what happened, he just knows that I know enough. He takes a deep breath, lets it go, deep breath, and lets it go.
He begins.
"We throw around words just as if we would toss a ball to a friend.
'I'll love you until the very end'
'I hate you so much I want to torture you until your screams drown out my fury'
My eyesight is blurry
Tears clouding my eyes like the cloud over my broken heart.
Words are dangerous
You could make someone's day with only three words...
Or completely ruin it with four.
Words will hurt you
Some phrases are considered deep
Yeah, as deep as the cuts you put on an innocent person's arms.
Forcing them to wear long sleeves until the scars heal
The scars will never heal.
You rarely see older people with scars
Was it a happier generation?
Or did most of them not make it?
People wearing masks
To hide that they're hurt
"I'm fine."
Lies.
Since when did I make you cry in the rain?
Just leaving you there to soak up all the pain.
And when did I make you laugh at the dead of midnight
Or give you a fright
In the bright white light.
'Cause, honey, I've been in the dark all this time
For you have been wearing your mask
Your mask is hiding you from me
From me and the world
Because, darling, look at me, you mean the world to me can't you tell?
I will be up at two am if you need me.
Do you really not see?
You must be blind
Otherwise, God, you'll find...
You'll find me right by your side.
At your deathbed when you decided your razor wasn't good enough.
When I knew a few words wouldn't make it better
And there was no way to make it worse.
The phone is no longer ringing
And the mockingbirds are no longer singing
The blackbirds aren't flying
And the blue jays are crying.
All of this because...
Because you are dying."
Some freshmen look terrified, the rest of us are speechless. Do they think it's about him? And since when is Jakob like this? I'm more oblivious than I thought and these troubles carry me all the way to bed at night.
(A/N: Short chapter but I might do a double update or just update tomorrow, sorry if you guys thought this was going to be a really awesome chapter. I promise, the next ones will be full of crazy stuff. Hope you like the poem, I think it's fitting. Later Lovelies <3 )
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