Right now, I'm a mixture of happy and angry. I want to feel pure joy flowing within my veins and commit that to memory, but it's a bit hard when you have angst disturbing any peace there is. A feeling of emptiness resides in me as well, but I guess it's an abyss of almost too much feeling and care that leaves me feeling irrelevant. I'm so confused as to why my life is contradictory. Perhaps this is why one shouldn't be up when the sun is in hiding: you learn things that are better left untouched.

Give me a reason

To make me stay.

Don't make it

"I love you"

or something selfish like

"I can't live without you"

Because in the end,

It's all pretend,

And I've become nothing

but insignificant again.

If what I'm asking

Is much too difficult,

I made the right decision

In leaving you.

She strived to be perfect

Until one day, she realized she couldn't.

And that was the day that

She took off her mask

And never looked back.

But of course society

Just had to intervene.

They declared her a traitor,

And turned all away.

He wanted to matter.

But how could he truly?

After all, he's in this universe,

That has more than one star.

And if you're to be the brightest,

You're to explode the largest.

So why try being the best

when you'll hurt more than the rest?

Why tell us to define ourselves,

When all we have is pain?

All you're doing is reminding

Of our insignificance

In this overwhelming world.

You strip me of my dignity.

You strip me of my worth.

You often make me restless,

But that shouldn't hurt.

If you're to make me tired

Of living in such a world,

Remind me that I'm nothing

Except a forgettable star.

There was a forbidden friendship between God and Satan. 

The caring and awe-inspiring love of God contrasted the selfish and inhuman traits of Satan. But as the saying goes, "opposites attract." And it became concrete. 

But one day, they fell in love with the same Soul, and their friendship was pulled to the limits. Despite the amount they cared for each other, their love for the Soul was even greater. When it was time for his death, the Soul, smitten with both of them, loved them both too much to choose one of them, so he chose Atheism. 

"I guess this is goodbye," said God.

And there was no response from Satan. 

Now they are eternally divided into Heaven and Hell. 

You are nothing short of flawed perfection. 

The fat on your hips or the laugh of your lips

Say nothing but beautiful over and over. 

You will forget this, but those that matter most to you

Will remind you over and over again

Because you are worth it.