is My Journal
By Danielle Wertz
Copyright 2014 Danielle Wertz
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Dedicated to the wonderful friend I call
Darling Raina
Though, you’ve never heard or seen me say it before.
Contents
Ending Theme
Depression
Items and Values
That’s Funny
Wish
Hearts
Meaning
Field of Nothing
Emotion
Love
Two to Waltz
Ode for You
Poetry
Cold Water
I Want
Thinking
Purity Ring
Being
Oppose
Twelve
Simplicity
Seasonal
The Author
Ending Theme
You had me at: Hey.
Then after a while,
fighting and drama grew.
You left me...
the dull little girl you found only months before
It's been a while and things were more dull...
Dull without you.
I'll miss you, it's a fact.
Heartbreak, repair, and once again heartbreak...
It's not the same,
NEVER the same without you...
I guess this is "Good-bye"
I never heard your last words,
those words all else but I heard.
Never again with you...
Good-bye... friend...
Depression
There once was a disease,
A disease that will never be cured.
One person may be cured but others will carry their depression,
Years may pass and that one person's next thoughts might include death,
Along with these thoughts comes stress.
Deaths will come, that's okay.
A sad death leads to depression and it happens to everyone.
To cry is to relieve yourself of those thoughts,
Sometimes, you may cry yourself to sleep.
Don't be afraid to cry because we all do once in a while.
Suicide may seem like the best choice,
It's not, your life is the best choice and you may be relieved.
Relieved of your depression, stress, disorders possibly, and other things.
Items and Values
Hatred,
Love,
Hope,
Things we need,
Things we find.
Sadness,
Disinherit,
Hope,
Things that may take over,
Things that may mislead.
Happiness,
Joy,
Hope,
Things that we all will meet again.
That’s Funny
It's funny that
We can delete all the bad things
However, they're still there.
When I'm gone
How will you be there?
When you're gone
When will I get there?
All in due time
We can end it early
It's not a choice by God, Death, whatever
It's a choice of the person. They wanted this
I've cried for days on end
Moving
Sickness
It's not a cold. It's much worse. It can kill.
Coughing up blood now
I'm glad you moved on
I'm glad I have come to love another
But in the end, you are still there
The fire is controlled
Everyone knows a fire goes out sooner or later
But, now mine is growing smaller
This is no game. There is no Controller
If this was a game, I wish you stocked up
I wish you stocked up on Revival Potions for me
Because I'll need it
The cells are growing and replacing
Even though I'm far from you
I can't help but think and cry
And that is exactly how I will die
Die crying for something as pathetic as you.
That's funny.
Wish
I don't want anything
I need someone to talk to
I don't want something
I need to get this out of my system
I don't want that
I need the thing that can heal me
I don't want
I need
Hearts
I talked to you today
Well, not "you" but your remnants
I talked to you today
But, it meant nothing without emotion
I talked to you today
Who needs it, love
I talked to you today
I only need one thing to survive
I talked to you today
And now the thing that kept me alive
I talked to you today
Is the same thing killing me from inside
Meaning
If we were perfect
What would be in it for us?
What if we were all disordered?
But aren't we already disordered in our own ways?
Why do we talk to each other?
We aren't the same
One day, I swear I will break the sadness
I will, for once, get to make another person happy!
But for now, all I can do is break things
Something that isn't mine
And break something that is mine; myself
All that's happen to me is break, break, and break
I can't repair anything or make anything
It comes out horrid
No one wants to see it or read it
They all say it's disgusting. They all hate it to hell
But, I will get my own revenge soon
I'll do that by Death.
Yes, it means involved with suicide
But, don't you worry for me now, because
Who will care?
Who will be there?
At my funeral
Sure not my family
They won't care about me because they don't now
They don't listen to me
I don't listen at all
So why should I say sorry if it means nothing?
No one said sorry to me. No one said sorry to them?
There's nothing but lies out there
It's a scary world. It's a horrible world. What's in it for me?
Field of Nothing
When I closed my eyes
The Sakura fell in spring
When I opened my eyes
There was corpses around
When I turned around
There was Death for me
When I looked past him
I saw my friends there
When I took his hand
I saw their smiled grow
When I walked with them
The field bloomed with life
When we all played
The flowers came up
When we cherished
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br /> More of them came
When we cried
They all cried with us
When I turned around
There was a Goddess
When I asked her
She only shed a tear
When I cried, too
I heard them
When I looked past her
There they were again
When I walked
She asked me,
"Is this right."
When I wiped it away
I had woken up
When I closed my eyes
I died.
Emotion
This isn't a story
It's only a poem
It holds nothing
There is nothing
It has no meaning
It's just a poem
And when I wrote
I cried. You know
I just cried writing
I cried because
This poem was
Nothing like me
Meaningless
Good for nothing
Full of complete lies
Not taken lightly
Taken seriously
And then I laughed
You know why?
Because you
You read this far
And you probably
Didn't notice at all
The lines were
Relatively the same
Length in centimeters
Now you realized
That it really is
Relatively the same
Length in centimeters
And also in millimeters
So, next time, you should
Be a little bit more observant as to what you are really reading
Love
What is Love?
Is it a feeling?
Is there a theory?
What is Love?
Why is it fake?
Why is it real?
What is Love?
Where did it start?
Where will it end?
What is Love?
Is there a secret?
Can we really Love?
What is Love?
Is it at first sight?
Is it also a lie?
What is Love?
Do opposites attract?
Is there a perfect couple?
What is Love?
Do we share it?
Is it only one time?
What is Love?
Is it grown?
Can it be made?
What is Love?
Riddle me that.
Two to Waltz
His silver hair gleamed
Brilliance, it signified
The black suit of midnight
Silk, reflected little light.
Her hair, golden, shined.
It had seemed like real gold.
Her mint green dress flowed
Much like a river on her frame.
A couple, an odd one
He started with a glare.
She just smiled.
A happy but teasing smile.
All halted as he held out one hand
She replied, quickly pulled close.
They did small waltzes,
Over time, growing bigger.
"You prefer music to dance?"
She kept her silence,
Keeping time with him.
He didn't frown nor smile.
The reply she whispered was of surprise.
He smiled wider at last.
The did larger circles,
She giggled with kindness.
A number of people joined;
Dresses of