Empathy

wanting to marry Amina part 2

when I was I high school, i wrote this poem because I believed that the stress was killing me..........

I was going to the high computer literacy class

A class that I despise

A class that I dread

I go and sit, but .....

It was the last time I sat for all of eternity

As I sit out, taking a breath

I don't feel my heart beat

I was sitting lifeless in my chair

Some of the students noticed that I was not doing

Anything

The teacher was calling 911 as he noticed that I was not breathing as I just sat there limp

It feels like I was locked in my dead body, my soul that was!

I can not enter the spirit world and as I try to enter. The realm

I am just at the borderlands

I wish I could move, but I could not

Soon, they realized what I already knew

That I was dead and in limbo! As they realized this, they called

The medical examiner instead

Because I ain't breathing

Then I was talking to the morgue

As the drive I scream

"It's the f*****g classes that caused my death

The f*****g stress and boredom

The fact that I was deciding to break free!"

But what the does the driver say nothing as I try to be heard!

I am processed and borough in for autopsy

The medical examiner said this ....

"Who do we have here today!"

She looks at my papers and said my full name

Elena Melanson

Before she could get the scalpel I tell physically make sounds

Telling her he exact cause of death

"It was that f*****g computer lit class

That killed me, it borded and

Stressed me to death!"

She finds this remarkable that I would be able to talk with

My own voice

Then for the last time my soul hits the boarder lands

And goes right to the spirit world

And that was when my body went limp for the last time

Had I found peace?

I am from dearh's cold grip, and I find that I am

In a perpetual summer with

Wild followers all over the place

It seems peaceful, and I go to the light

I am at peace

that being said, if I wrote a poem now, it would be different from that as I was dealing with less stress in this first place. that was if I decided to write a poem that is, to be completely honest, I was hoping to write a love poem soon about amina, but i did not know how to deal with it the emotions. as I never felt any positive emotions until amina was in my life, that was what I had to deal with. it was not that I was incapable of those feelings, but i did not understand that as i had never been happy since my cycles started. it was turmoil since then. I was an angry and more so depressed human I the first place. let's say that being an artist or whatever else was an option for me as I did not like art went I was younger.

That sounds strange but true as I was never been into art since grade 8, which was when I was bullied to death. only to find that it was my salvation. when I drew my negative feeling down on paper. that was what I found, so I was interested that my feelings would look like a creepypasta, and I was interested in creepypasta. that being said, learning about sirenhead helped me with these emotions that I was dealing with. the thought that someone would draw or come up with that means that someone other than Trevor Henderson was in a rotten point in his/her life. then Trevor Henderson popularized it with his art. i just hope that he would do the same with my art that I. kept since the big depression I had.

this was basically now wanting to be recognized by Trevor Henderson one day. that was the idea if keeping it in case I see Trevor Henderson. this was the dream to be noticed by Trevor Henderson for my art. so I looked up his email and sent him the picture of my art and explained what the heck it was.

it to me a cross from a cryptid and a demon. that being said, I thought he would at least enjoy my art. that would make me and amina famous, but I did a but really didn't care for the side effects........ which was fame.

that fact that amina and I were sharing a dorm together was interesting, but we wanted to be off campus for the simple fact that there were too many distractions and what have you. this was too annoying to live in was the idea of loudmouth people yelling and screaming at all hours of the day. I did not know what to think but to rent out an apartment on our own.

that was when we decided to live the dorm and look for a place to rent. there we would be able rest and be able to enjoy life distraction free.

the whole thing was people were partying at all times of the dang day in the dorms. I did not like that for one bit.

I remember when l was 13, that the same fake friends were getting ready for a party where I was going to get hurt! that was too dangerous, and I thought something was up and passed on the invite. that being said, my life could have ended that night if my parents did not sense something was up too. also, I made a promise to myself that I would stay alive until one hundred. if I can help it. that was the thing I had going for me when I was I school.

little did I know that those kids had something planned as a backup. I fought for my life that day, trying to keep them away from me. they had murder in there heart and nothing else.

basically, the i***t kids were jealous of my intellect. They were not as smart except in the art of bullying me.

I never thought people were real since then that they were evil.

little did I know about my neighbor, amina, who was going to a different school at that time, and I did not notice her. that being said would have been a game changer in this situation for me, and I might not have felt the need to write my autopsy!

I still did not know what i would write about amina as far as her personally was concerned. that was what I told you. I never felt such happiness about this or anything else for that matter.

to be honest, because I saw the worst that humanity gave to the world, I was skeptical about everything as far true love was concerned, but yet I trucked on. i did not want that to affect my happiness anymore, so I decided to start the poem about amina. I first started with her got looks and then went with everything else.

it was not easy, but I still did it until I got the last world in the poem. the last word was lovely, by the way.

so I decided to share the poem with amina, and then we kissed for the final time of the day. to he honest, I did not expect that I thought that the poem was going to be Cornball but I thought different after the kiss that was.

unless I was said I was not going to write a poem again. that wad my promise to myself. and that's the truth.