WanderndenGeist

Run, run, run. That's what they tell you to do, right? Run. It's always to run. But... run from what, exactly? I mean, if someone's chasing you, then you run away, I guess... It seems kind of silly though... but what else? Are you suppose to run to get something before another? That seems kind of pointless, doesn't it? And run to get somewhere faster. What good does that do? Run towards something you want or need. What's so important that you have to run away from everything to get it? Running from your past. You can't really do that... can you? Your past will never disappear, it's always with you.  Or running from what's yet to come. The fut

One year left to live That she is told today She doesn't say much in response And leaves the doctors office with a heavy heart What will I do now she thinks What can I do What should I do I do know that I'm not going to go home and cry Eight months left to live She's feeling fine An occasional headache and an aching limb Is all that slightly wears her down A couple of pain killers diminishes these things She's only told a few Of her situation Not wanting to cause a big fuss She's made a list of everything she's ever wanted to do And she's slowly crossing off some of them Six months left to live Her fun still hasn't stopped

 The girl's long brunette hair falls into her face and hides her eyes. Just how she likes it. No one can read her expression, and she can block out everyone else. The Secret has been burying her in more ways than one, and suffocating her until she has no breath. She puts on a good act. Her best friend, whom she promised to tell everything, suspects nothing and thinks everything is fine. Oh how wrong she is. The endless lunchroom chatter floods the brunette's ears, and she feels like she's in a cage. Why can't everyone just shut up for five freaking seconds!? How can they talk like this everyday?? How can they be so oblivious!!!!! Frustartion