Through my eyes

We’re humans and we’ve got feelings and that’s something special.

A quote I’ve been pondering on from the comic Magazine W.I.T.C.H. I have hurt a lot of people and I hate it. But that doesn’t give them any right to hurt me too.

I stood there at the school grounds watching the fireworks surrounded by hundreds of heads some I barely knew at all. I clutched myself for it was getting cold, it’s dark and I’m starving.

      As I enjoyed the moment I couldn’t help but think that how I wish all the hurt inside me would just disappear as the firecrackers explode in midair; emit different colors of light that shines above the heads of the watchers and then all the sparks would just die out in just a minute or two with only smoke as its residue.

     I’m tired of keeping everything to myself. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of smiling when in fact I do no longer have the courage to smile and what only keeps me going is the fact that I don’t want my friends to see me cry.

     I am saddened by the fact that on this big big world when I feel so down, I’ll end up being exaggerated in their eyes and I couldn’t do anything else but cry alone for I have no one to cry on… there’s just no one to listen and there’s just no one to comfort me.