Faith Moreno
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Young kid who thinks they know what sad is. Small girl who only wants the whole world.
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On The Edge
"I am an adolescent! No one understands, no one knows my great, sorrowful pain!" Adults are a joke. They wonder and somehow also believe that there is nothing to "get" about a teenagers life. They say "I was you once!" So wistfully and somehow forget what it was like to be whomever they are speaking to. Maybe they just became too cold and calloused. If that's the case then I'd rather never become an adult. I'll trade wisdom and maturity for the ability to sympathize and empathize with those who I "once was." For now I stand where the Lisbon sisters once stood. On the edge. Key in the ignition. Oven on. Noose tied. Pills in hand. I'd leave for things done to me, things no one cared to do, and the genuine fear of what I could become if history repeats. "I'd leave." As if it's as simple as slamming a door and never looking back. It's more like having several large mansion doors dropped on you from several stories high, and simultaneously forcing open doors that were holding back terrors of catastrophic proportions for anyone who might have cared for you in the slightest. It's as simple as opening a bottle in the moment, but the aftermath is as simple as quantum physics. The aftermath of either road is what constantly has me teetering towards either side of this conundrum. Die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Decide for yourself the how and when, or leave it up to fate. Either way it hurts people who love you. It becomes a choice of "Do I want to hurt them? Or will it be the random, fate-riddled end that I meet that causes them such great pain?"
By Faith Moreno8 years ago in Poets
