Zenith

I said it once, I should never have been the one to apologise after that. The biggest mistake was all on me, I knew what I had done and I was prepared to fix it.

You shut me out, didn't let me back in, didn't open your heart. Told me I needed to change. 

You never looked at yourself and thought ‘He’s trying his hardest, how can I help? What can I change to make us better’

That ‘murder’ in his eyes is pain. The pain of losing more than just a ‘person’ in his life. 

Wanting to stay away because just a glimpse of you drives him insane.

The teacher knows what is going on and the pain I am going through. A torn apart family combined with a torn apart heart. 

Unable to be repaired by any others. Trapped in time, begging to get out, but haunted every single day by the thing he fears most.

These final days of school will be the hardest days of school, not just because of education, but also made harder by the girl that once loved him. 

Around and around in his mind, every day, worse than the last.

There is no ‘murder’ in his eyes. Pain, frustration, and anger. The feeling of crying every moment of the day. The confusion and frustration that drives his mind. The mighty roar suppressed inside him. 

You judge too much. You think too little. 

If you think you are perfect, then you won't change when people tell you that you need to.