"We were never made for each other ,
That's what I thought when you came into my life like a storm which I never saw it coming .
We were so bad together , worse than a hurricane , it was so wrong ,
Worse than a disaster , it was never meant to last long .
Yet , the only thing stuck in my head were the fights that we fought ,
Playing on replay , still fresh in my thoughts.
Or catching you red handed staring at me with desire ,
Setting my heart on fire like a bonfire.
And that's what I wanted right now ,
For you to fill all those blank spaces that you left somehow .
I want to tell him , that I missed him so much ,
And feel myself losing under his touch.
He was never the brightest star , shinning up on the sky ,
But he gave me a reason to survive.
I see myself in a pathetic state and ask why ?."
- Toxic, Calliope
A/N: I am no poet, just someone who loves to play with words.
For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt.
For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse.
For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does.
For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company.
For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.