Dear EmoDear Emo kid,No one cares that you like dark things,no one minds if you cut yourself a bit,no one likes those weird angel wings.No one likes your prejudice to 'some blond twit'.Maybe if it's in style you should let it be?Keep yourself you, it's not hard you see.Your Parents care,your friends understand,the world hates everyone.Keep yourself you, it's not hard you see,The great person we're missing out on,under that somber facade.Dear Emotionally Unstable Person,Maybe lifes been pretty tough,tougher on you than me.There is a stain on your heart,in an ink we can't see.As your world crumbles in dark,you hope to flee.You understand,how another can express themselves,in any way they choose.You understand,How some one can be depressed,over a seemingly small thing.Maybe help is a good thing?A tortured existence is not your fault,No one doubts your pain,we just want to help ease it,if only a little.
Pockin ch1"Hello, I'm Mayumi Fukoda" I smiled politley."I'm Takashi Kobayashi, it's a pleasure" he replied unenthusiastically.Class resumed as usual, well as usual as the rich Ochanomizu High schoolcould be. All the kids here seemed to be used to this sort of thing... maybebecause they're rich beyond belief! My family isn't very wealthy, so I had towork very hard to be accepted here."Fukoda-san?""Eh?" I had been day dreaming..."Class is over" Takashi said matter-of-factly."Oh~, thanks" I felt a little embarrassed in the empty classroom, "You don't needto be so formal, call me Mai.""Well, Mai-san please continue to call me Kobayashi" he uttered, quite formal,"shall we go to lunch?""That was a little cold..." I said, a little hurt.Then he stopped, frozen, it was then that I took a good look at him. Kobayashi-san was tall, slim, and very good-looking. He had dark brown hair that wasslightly tinted with red, he sported an ear-length cut and curtain bangs. He alsohad high cheek-bones
PocketOur hands, quietly held together.In your pocket.Warming chapped hands in cold weather.Maybe a cheek next, a forehead, or lips.The snow falls on this park,but we keep this bench warm.The cold snow against your exposed skin,you shiver, but I'm here.Closeing your eyes, you sigh.As we coninue to enjoy a crisp winter day.No one is in this part of the park,to your delight.Ah, not too loud. come closer, it's cold.your boots come off aswell, as we enjoy the day.I wan't to spend every day like this.