She woke up that next morning,
Happy as could be,
She was excited for the new day,
Nothing possibly wrong she could see.
She got on her computer,
She talked to all her friends,
Then heard a terribly sad story,
About a horribly sad friend.
Her heart was ripped to peices,
As she cried and fell to the floor.
For the story was telling of
Her best friend, who's no more.
She never would have thought
Her friend would do such a thing,
For he always seemed so Cheerful...
Was he hiding his suffering?
She didn't want to believe his death,
She told herself, it wasn't true.
But then she read the message,
And she definately knew.
This girl couldn't take it,
Her mind just suddenly blew.
If she couldn't be with her friend,
She just have to die too.
That girl did just that,
And her family did cry.
That precious girl's friends,
They wanted to try and die.
Though none of them succeeded,
And your family became weak,
They never forgot that girl,
So precious and so meek.
That girls brother couldn't focus
His heart was too depressed,
And he ended up in badly hurt
And a sad and lethal wreck.
And more things like this came,
The worst did everyone fall,
And that one silly little death,
was what had caused it all.
So please don't try to kill yourself,
Live a life full and true,
And save everyone the heart
And gift of living too.
Yuma's diaries
This is just a journal of my stories, what's happening, and status updates on my life.
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Yuma Obito
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:nitemareleft: The sorce of anything unhumanistic or not normal.. :nitemareright:
I walk my own sadistic path, make my own stupid choices, and live my own messed up life. I can't change who I am. I wish I could, and I've tried, but I can't. I messed up, fell in the hands of the wrong people, and have been ruined. All that is left of me now is disaster. Clumped together and waiting be made good again. I'm not as tough as I look, and fall apart way to easily.
I walk my own sadistic path, make my own stupid choices, and live my own messed up life. I can't change who I am. I wish I could, and I've tried, but I can't. I messed up, fell in the hands of the wrong people, and have been ruined. All that is left of me now is disaster. Clumped together and waiting be made good again. I'm not as tough as I look, and fall apart way to easily.
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