We Don't Talk About His Family. Chapter: One by bethabugaboo, literature
Literature
We Don't Talk About His Family. Chapter: One
Haruka Nanase was a quiet boy. He never was one to express himself. All he did was stand there in the background with a bored expression playing across his features at all times. This was just how Haruka was. No one questioned it, mostly because no one talked to him to so it couldn’t be questioned.
The bell rang signaling the start of school. The room filled in with children but Haruka was already sitting in the back. His eyes looked out the window that was beside him. He watched the clouds slowly move across the sky.
“Hello, class, I am your new teacher Mr. Sato. Please take your seats and then I will do roll call.” Haruk
Bullies creation, societies creation....... by Malbear1995, literature
Literature
Bullies creation, societies creation.......
Think about it, thousands of people who were unique, who were beautiful maybe not on the outside but the inside, but we judge because of the fact of society, and commercials that teach us if we do not look like a star then we must be freaks we must be hideous, so we make them freaks, we as a society make a monster and that monster makes shootings and murders! And we continue this vicious cycle over and over and over again. But once we realize how the person feels, what we did is wrong, are actions, name callings and we don't see that great person intel they become the monster and then........ Bang!........dead, we don't see it tell we all die
I don't want to leave.
I just want to be in your arms,
for time and all eternity.
I don't want you to see me.
I'm a wreck from the chemo
and my hair has run away.
I'm counting the days,
I have left.
I'm watching them fly by.
If you were to say to me,
Goodbye my dearly beloved
I would pray that it is true.
The hardest part
of all of this
is leaving you.
The hardest part of this is leaving you.
I’ve always dreamed
of falling in love,
of getting married,
of starting a family.
I have this fear
of being alone,
of being hated,
of not ever being loved.
I always thought
that no one could love me.
Sure I had friends
but few knew the real me.
the sadder, deeper me.
I had never dated someone
before you.
I never thought someone
would even date me
before you.
You changed me.
You say you only hurt me,
yet you helped me so much.
You helped more than hurt.
You said you loved me.
You held me close.
You talked to me on the phone
into the night.
I didn’t think
anyone would do that.
I didn’t think
any guy would wa
he came back last night.
brought a few memories with him, too.
i watched and observed;
clued in
after a while,
why we give each other stares,
a glance,
my tears,
came back and
danced across
my
cheeks,
cause i remembered
what it was like
to feel the good,
and the bad. but
i forgot what it's like
to be
independant.
im back to being de-
pendant.
and all i can say is;
"Why'd you come back?"
[was doing so well, till you
came along .]
