kilída: a story of the broken and how they heal

antikatastatheí

i've never felt more alone.

it is bare to my windows that you have all indeed, succumbed to the distance. it is as if no soul of of mine nor body of mine is there anymore. it has only been a few days but i think i am kind of used to it already;
the bell rings
the teacher goes out
thankyous,
and the students will find their friends to hang out with during the break
guys will stay inside a bit longer
girls will go out immediately unless their gang is inside there with them
some will play along the hallway
some will stay inside the class wile doing their things, also with friends
some will visit the wash room

and then there's yours truly
alone in sight, no hands but her own
no one ever asks
i'm an outcast
i am no longer one of those they choose
but of those they're stuck with
i have been replaced
by the new flowers surrounding my garden
I'd rather just disappear:

i wanna go home.

-Jenaziela-