I am the boy that is dieing.
I am the girl that is falling apart.
The one that walks these empty halls.
The one that walks alone through life.
The boy that sits alone, day after day.
The girl who sits, waiting for someone.
I am someone who hasn't had the luxury of faith.
I am someone who walks by faith, and often stumbles.
The one who dreams all day, while his nights are filled with nightmares.
The one who has to dream to get away from her nightmares.
The one who feels alone, despite the people who look up to him.
The one is so crowded, she would run away just to be alone.
I am the one who's only imprint is a disappointment .
I am the one who lives in disappointment.
The one who selfishly cries for himself, whom he doesn't dare look into the mirror at.
The one who doesn't cry trying to be strong, who wishes the men wouldn't look at.
The one who sounders away his ample gifts.
The one who wonders why she has these gifts.
I am the one to stay silent, despite the scenario.
I am the one to talk, trying to hide her hurt.
The boy that sits alone on the swings, hoping that someone might see him, notice him.
The girl who wants to be alone for once, hoping that they wouldn't notice.
I am the one who dies every day, I am the one who found her.
I am the girl that is falling apart. I am the one that found him.
-Laif -Alice
