AznCrimson369

    I didn't cry because I was sad, it wasn't because I was mad, it wasn't because of my emotions. It was my lack of emotions. When I was in English my hands were shaking I couldn't write my essay. In Geometry, I couldn't think of the right answer because I was freaking out. In Physics, I dropped my notes on the ground because I felt like I was going to pass out. But every class, every time, nobody even cared, not even another glance towards my direction. When I went to lunch I ate in the corner, not even sitting at a table. I didn't eat, knowing I would just throw it up later in the bathroom while I cried. Spanish wasn't much better because

She always said my voice was like a dagger, I loved it  Every word was sharp, piercing into her beautiful blue eyes and soul   But at the same time, the hilt could be smooth like silk spun into a dress    The vowels and syllables rolling off of my tongue like warm milk from a mother     But one day the dagger broke, the pieces shattered like a broken mirror, splintering everywhere    The hilt, no longer smooth, the blade, no longer sharp, the purpose was gone   Useless really, that was why she left me, or at least that's what she told me  I felt empty and abandoned, I felt that I had no