*whimpers* Rachel, help me. Please, help me. I dont wanna be a whore...please....I need someone to talk to..Theres no one here anymore...who likes me...or is uncomfortable around me...or who i can talk to...i dont want to be a whore anymore...i just want to go home...please...someone...

Enough feathers to make myself a pair of wings...and every time i see one, i'm reminded that i am loved. And it makes me want to cry. So badly. But i cant. I never can. I'm heading towards a break down. I cry at every little thing, but only a few tears. I'm heading towards a break down. I cant really cry. Its bad...everythings bad...oh, gods, i need....I need again. I need someone to say 'i love you.' and Eliyk does. And i dont want to hear it, damn it. I dont want to hear that from him. He's my BROTHER. My FATHER. I dont want that.

I found a place
I stood above
I learned of peace
I learned of love

I found triumph
In my hand
I reached out
To understand

I could almost touch it
And I almost believed
I was almost there
Love, truly, was almost conceived

But it was shattered
By the dawn
By the dew
And sun-sparkled lawn

And my memories
They all seem
So unreal
So like a dream

The night was blessed
Yet cursed as well
A mix of heaven
Earth, and hell.

It feel so weird, but...i'm...happy. I've been happy. I dont know why, but...i'm happy.

When you write what the world feels, you speak to the world. When you write what you feel, you speak to no one. When you write what those like you feel, you speak to a selective audience. For once, cant we just....speak for the sake of speech?