The
sadness always came.
So at night, she filled her sheets with boys who's
personalities, she never came to know.
Yet, still the sadness came. So she ran away by filling her
schedule full to the brim. But it still came back. So she filled
her thoughts with lines upon lines of songs, poems, stories. All
about love..but the sadness found a way to ink itself in the
pages of her notebook and in the melody of her songs. So deep in
the night, she slashed and slashed. Digging and digging for the
sadness within. But the sadness bled through her skin. In
despair, she collapsed, crying and ready to sleep forever. On her
last day, she got the courage to tell him she's liked him for
the longest time, and said farewell. As she took her last look at
the world, she opened her locker, and out fell her last hope.
What finally chased away the sadness. It was a note that
read,
" I like you too.. alot actually..maybe we can hang out
sometime?"