Mysterious

He Was Different

When I first saw him, he seemed like any other one of us. I was wrong.
I didn't see anything in him at the time.
He seemed to be normal.

His eyes, as pretty as they were, were... well.... tired.
He looked tired, he acted tired.
But tired of what?
I never figured that one out.

But his smile.

His smile was the most wonderful thing in the world, in the universe even.

It was one of those smiles that made you smile.

He never saw how it could make anyone feel, amazing.

It made me feel amazing.

I could never be sad.

Or so I thought.

After a while he started to slow down.

Didn't talk as much.

Didn't walk as much.

Didn't do anything much.

I couldn't see why.

Did he realize he wasn't okay?
Did he realize I wanted to know?
Did he realize I couldn't figure it out?

I was so desperate to know. Why?

Why?
How?
When?
Where?
Who... Who started this?

Was this someones fault?

Was someone the start of this.

Was someone else a part of this?

Was I?

It's not like I didn't know what he was going through.

But I, myself never found a cure.

I never got out of the abyss that was constantly pulling me back.

I wanted to help him.

But didn't know how.
I didn't know if I could.

Because I could never help myself.

I could never save him.

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(A/n) The last two chapters were poem that I had published separately but then I realized that I wanted to include them in this 'story'.

But these last two poems are defiantly poems that are based off of real life experiences and emotions. I don't have much of them these days but I try to remember the ones that exist.

I try.

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