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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Day of freedom; the merriment, happiness accompanied with it on a stand still, halted; put in storage for another day a day where it would be needed most God knows I need it now but I never put it to use anyway I'll just deplete it from the reserve tanks transfer it to Juliet, transfer it to Myria who need it most need me to be the comforting factor through their trying times They know I'm more than willing to be there for them a personal therapist or just a shoulder to cry on although I'm near tears myself I don't cry much, hardly at all yet today, I'm beside myself utterly speechless, useless in my mind No one, I am no one Who am I to try and their hero when in days of thrice, the signal will shine again and here I am, ready to go into deja vu Skepticism is alive but let it die tonight I don't care about myself just despising how dead, disgusted, selfish my actions are as if I'm the sun and everyone are just dying stars I can't blame them for drifting away Juliet, Juliet, Juliet; death plays a fatal game with her bringing her another body to mourn, one more memory to forget another song so soft to let her cry peacefully Her love is rejected one by one consistently a different someone to try and fill my size 14's Her family is disrupted, destructive because of a variable who just won't move and it seems like all her friends fight to be the next contestant on her dating show My alarm must be off, I must have missed the signal she relied on me to be the comfort, the hero, be there for her but I've turned into a spectator on the sidelines leaving her out to dry, forcefully pushing her farther away as if she remains faceless, as if I've never loved her What's my reason...I wish I knew myself... perhaps I'm reacting out of bitterness, a sour taste in my mouth left there by the burning notion of thrice being a cursed set of days; after the lovely moment we shared two nights ago... I feel it will all be in vain...the curse of the days of thrice then the war within myself will commence, round 2555 fall to pieces, everything will once again I can't begin to explain how many tears I've cried for Juliet pleading, bleeding my heart out just for...just for...Juliet... Myria, where are you, where have you disappeared to the place in my heart where you were kept, it's empty Cupid, Eros; can you aid me in my search for her It's like she ran away, not from me from witnessing firsthand the battle scars of family fights continuing on into the middle of the night erasing the very hours of sleep in need of functioning properly Where has all the madness come from when will all of this be undone, cease so they can finally be set free and I can see the smiling faces which brings me out of the darkest haze
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