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My hatred grew, blooming like a fiery poison on my chest. Releasing my frustrations through a sharp slice of pain. I screamed in anger.. or maybe in loneliness. But the person inside me screams the loudest, it's deafening. It's very overwhelming that I.. I, myself, can't understand what it's saying. That person and me, we make a good team. He..he makes me stay in bed every morning, in the light of day, my smile is like smoke. It drifts away then I'm left with nothing. We make a good team on teasing each other, who have the most damage, he said "I am the best of the worst," chuckling. I replied "No, you're not, what happens to you, is doubled in me."

I see my self in this crumpled piece of life that I'm alone. Hanging by the thread, holding in the fading hope of tomorrow.

 I'm alone.

 Home feels like a rope strangling me. It's it--t is..s v-very hard-d to breath. 

I'm alone. 

I find company by the darkness of the night, the melancholy of the whispering breeze mourning with the flowers. 

It is a murder scene witnessed by me and I say the moon sees it everyday but does nothing. Maybe he knew nothing will change though, atleast, the moon shines brightly every night, hiding all the pain others perceive.

Still nothing changed, it is still a murder scene.

For when it shines brightly it blinds the stars, causing them to explode like the emotions I feel, the thoughts in my head...they collapsed..they, then, were shattered.