Screaming into the Oblivion

Where did you come from?

I haven't had this feeling in almost three years

Since sixth grade

Two of the rest of those years were abuse and hell

Year four

This year

Somethings happened

Somethings wrong

It can't be right

My heart races

Their eyes seem so soft

So delicate

It doesn't seem to be just me

It's not just me alone on a bridge

A silhouette comes over the horizon

And my heart flutters

They came close enough to touch

But all I can utter so happens to be

"Where did you come from?"