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Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can never hurt you. The thing is, they do. They hurt so much. I don't know when I became the target for their vicious words. I see no ending, just nothingness. They took away my hopes. All I hope for now is peace and shining angels.
The only place where I can be happy is when I'm by myself. In the fields, where the birds fly and keep me company. They are comfort to me, like a child's blanket. They are my friends, my only friends. I sit there forgetting what will come of the future. I dream about the days when I was happy. I lie down with no walls up to separate me from the world. Here no one can call me names, or assume that I have no feelings for the words they say. I lie down with the sun to keep me warm, challenging me to stay there and never leave. I want to fade into the earth. I just stay quietly, with the tears streaming down my face. No one will ever see those tears, or hear the words I scream when I'm alone. I have no hope of resurfacing into this world, no one wants me in. I am no one special. I am just another person occupying this world, until I move on.
Tonight everyone will sleep peacefully in their beds. I won't, for I know what's going to happen tomorrow. Another day, I can barely make it through. The common dream is not even a privilege anymore. All I can see is darkness. It fills me up an threatens to swallow me whole, but I get no luxury like that.
I will stay here in my little heaven. It will not last, only until school. There all hope of peace ends. There I will put my mask on to hide the pain. I will pretend the words they're saying aren't tearing at my heart and growing to my tears. No, this heaven won't last long.
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