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stalking ex the storm
I lurk around the corner, with my finger crossed hoping you won`t be there
Theres so many people in this hallway. Theres so many people in this school. but some how you always find me
There`s no escape. It`s like theres a built in gps in your mind but unfortunetley for me it`s stuck on my destination.
There`s a million other people in the world, why me!?
I don`t want you in any aspect of my life any longer, but no matter how many times it is told to you, the message deosn`t seem to break through your firewall
On the outside I wear a low cut shirt in hopes someone will notice me. But the only one who seems to notice me is you.
I go to sit with people at lunch, they vacate as if I had a rare tropical disease that I was unaware of
The only disease I seem to have is the one you left on my skin that only others can spot. It crawles through my blood like a parasite, that slowly penetrates my psychie. As I sit all alone the dark storm grows so big it could fill an ocean
I go home with tears bubbling in my eyes, each and every day as I wonder what is that I`m doing wrong? Is it me? Well of course it`s me I mean it has to be me
I drag myself through the halls wondering what`s wrong with me as I wish I could be taken by flying monkeys to a place far far away from here but I actually think you would still find me
You throw cruel words at me day by day feeding the dark storm roaring inside bearing me even deeper than I already am
There`s no ware to turn. Every cruel word you spew at me, my tolerance lowers. I don`t know how much more of this I can take. I feel that i`m going to explode like a volcanoe, and your not gonna like me when I explode.
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