The PathThe Path
I try to find the right path for me,
when I continue my search everyday.
My paths may be muddy and pale,
but my paths will prevail.
Others may join along,
but all their paths are so very long.
Their paths may be happy, and not dreary,
and my paths might be dark and scary.
I'm near the end of my paths,
and then I see a great big flash.
It felt like eleven years went by,
right in front of my teenage eyes.
Oh, so tired of everything.
Wish everything would change.
Yet stay the same.
My mixed emotions only cause confusion.
For evreyone who's near me.
They really know nothing of me . . .
I just might runaway.
Wish forever everything to be forgotten.
Yet I want to remember.
My lonely self olny makes others sad.
For everyone who love's me,
they are always in pain . . .
Uh, I will sleep forever.
Wish for everything to become quiet.
Yet I want someone to talk to.
My broken heart only bleeds to death.
For everyone who trusts me.
They are wondering what is wrong . . .
-Unknown to everyone close.
I'm broken and can't be fixed.
They say I can be fixed with super glue and duck tape.
But they're so wrong.
For my heart cannot be healed by patching it up.
It will just heal over time . . . .
To RememberTo Remember
You are gone now,
but you are still here.
In all of us,
and our memories together.
Forever to live inside of our inner hearts.
But will you ever come back to us who love you?
Who love you like family,
a best friend,
and a first love.
Will you remember us?
Will you remember to return your feelings to those of us who expressed it?
Will you remember to speak to us again?
Will you remember our voices?
and our memories together?
As we will never forget yours.
And most of all will you remember the one of us that said,
"I love you"
Chapter 4Chapter 4: "I don't know!"
' "Uh, where am I?" said Amber rubbing her eyes.
"You're at a place called home. Don't you remember, ?" said a woman sitting next to Amber in a chair. The woman's face was marked out to where you could not tell what she looked like.
"No, not really."
"How can you be so cruel!" The woman ran off crying.
"Wait, what did I do?!" Amber said to the woman. 'What's happening? I don't understand.' Amber then got up and ran after the woman. She went out side of what was her house. The house was completely white. And when she looked at the other houses she saw nothing but people with white faces like the woman next to a house identical to her's.
'What is this place?' She thought as she walked down the street looking after the woman.
"Hi! How are you doing?" asked someone out of the blue next to her.
"Umm... I don't know. And who are you?"
"What!? You don't remember me! How can you be so mean?" said the person with disgust in it's voice.
"What did I do?!"
"You forgot wh
Chapter 3title to longChapter 3: 'What will I do since I have nothing?'
'What will I do now? I have no where to go. I have no clue what happened to me or who I am. What will I do since I have nothing? Will I just go on in life without knowing who I am? Will I find out who I am and go back to the people? Or in real life I have nothing to go back to. Is there even someone that knows who I am?' Amber looked down and noticed she was holding something in her left hand.
'What's this?' she thought when she opened her hand. It was a silver, heart-shaped locket with a silver chain.
'Why didn't I notice this before?' "Gasp!" 'Could someone have given this to me? Could, it of been Aaron?' Amber looked over to the bed Aaron was in 'I don't understand why this happened to me. Why? Why do I feel like there's a hole in my chest? Why do I feel like crying?' She thought as she tried to open the locket. 'Grr... Why won't it open?' She tried and tried again to open it but all failed.
'I guess another thing I'll never know.' "
Chapter 2 "what am I to you?"Chapter 2: "What am I... to you?"
"And that's what happened." said Gloria after she was done telling the story.
"Oh," replied the girl as she looked at Aaron.
"Can you recall any of that?" Gloria asked.
"No," she said with no emotion. The girl then walked over to Aaron and reached out with her right hand and touched him on the cheek.
"What am I... to you? What are you... to me? I wish you would wake up and tell me..." she asked him quietly as she looked at his sad face. Her straight, long, light brown hair was covering her face from sight as she looked down. The girl then looked up at Gloria with a blank stare and asked,
"Can you give me a name?"
"Sure, but we need to fill out the right paper work to have it classified as your name."
"I don't care about that now. Can you just give me a name? I feel lonely without my name."
"Okay... Umm... your name will be... Am...ber. Amber Coreleto."
"Amber Coreleto? That sounds really pretty. Thank you so much, Gloria."
"Oh, you're welcome, Amber."
Chapter 1: "Who am I?"
"Uh, what is this place?' thought a young teenage girl as her red eyes fluttered open. The girl looked around and saw a nurse looking down at a clipboard writing something. She also noticed a curtain separating the room in two. She then sat up in her bed and asked the nurse, "Excuse me, miss. Where am I?" Startled by the girl asking the question the nurse replied,
"You've been hospitalized at West Avenue Hospital. You were in a car accident and were brought by a young man that was injured too." After the nurse answered her question, the girl had a puzzled look in her blood red eyes.
"Who are you? " asked the girl still looking puzzled.
"I'm Gloria Smith. I work here at the hospital as a nurse for injured patients."
" Who... am I?" she asked Gloria with a blank stare.
"You mean you don't know who you are?" Gloria asked worried.
"No?" she said spacing.
"Oh, my! You must have amnesia. Oh, you poor thing! Can you even remember your name?"
"No," she said aga
We're Falling So . . .We're falling so . . .
Falling so deep
into the pit of doom.
Our decisions so wrong,
and we're too young to even see.
The pain we cause others,
for doing what we do.
Is inhuman in every way.
Won't someone save us,
save us from falling?
Or will we fall forever?
We must stop and learn.
For if we don't.
We'll live in torment forever.
We're falling so . . .
Falling so far from our purity . . .
Why do I suffer?
When I have so much.
Is it because of my heart?
I feel like I miss someone.
Who is this someone?
My hearts betrays me.
Why, oh , why?
I just don't understand.
I'm in love,
but I do not seek it out.
Why am I so stupid?
Who are you,
my prince charming?
Will I ever find you?
Or have I already found you?
But I don't know who you are.
Please, won't you tell me?
Who are you?
Won't you save me?
And will you ever love me?
For I . . . love you . . .