Blast From My Past

Hmm found some old stuff i wrote in eigth grade and freshman year. Thought i should put them up here for safe keeping <3

1.)The Stripes…

Its strikes me, once again... down the stripes fall from the rebound of the hit.

But no matter, its up again watching

                                                            waiting

                                                           

                                                                   ... possibly hurting.

Im curious, as to what move it will make next. Pain? Love? What flush will come over my head and pump through my vains. The care from my head is not strong but my heart ACHES to be hit again. The way the stripes hits again and again.. tickles my stomach, but why?

    Why do this. if in the end      it knows it will fall? Is it worth the pride that much to accept the hurt if any? Did i misjudge? I think not.. i can tell , i know the stripe it hurts, its in pain and i am with it. Always, i find myself thinking

                            wondering.. if behind closed doors it glances upon my face. REGRETS!  im already having these rats scurring in my mind of things i wanted to do,'n say. But everyone thinks otherwise, i hide the way i feel, no one knows whats really going on, BEHIND MY HEAD.

  Enough. Simply enough, this pain, this constant shock and wonder. Bet, that this is the last time I will ever concentrate  so much on such a simple thought. Angry.. im boiling now! I want things to be my way, I want to be the end, where im in control where its my choice. From now on im not a TOY.  I will no longer be tossed around

                                                              Tortured 

                                                                       Beaten.  Im done

Lying, now im lying to myself, this happened, nothing changing, the stripes are giving up, defeated.. and now

                ALL I SEE IS STRIPES…</3

2.)I don’t know you anymore

Im tugged. Im Torn.

Caught between the right and the want.

I know of the pain that’s expected to come..picking up right were u dropped me off

Threw me down. In denal

For the longest time. Come to relize the brokenness inside me.

Kept inside is a piece, scribbled with ur name..and im begging to erase it

Who do you think you are?

Strickley based on the outside..u se what u want

But what if what I want if from deeper within?

Warmth. Protection. Shelter.

Someone to love me 2?

Too much to ask you say..

Who do u think you are?

Just to glance there is simply something I cant bear.

So take me down let me tear

Set me free let me be

Remove my scar

Who the hell do u think u are?

Well enjoy those.. its funny there both about the same boy.. awkward much?