The Weapon

The world is filled with lies.
Trust no one.
Crying is a sign of weakness.
Survival of the fittest.
Fight to the death.
The only one you can count on is you.
You are weak until you can pull your weight.
You are not your own.
You are mine and you are a weapon.

These are the words I have believed in my entire life.
This is what I grew up on.
This is my life.
I am not my own.
I am a weapon.
But.
My life is a lie.
It doesn't even exist.

Think, think, think... oh bother, bother.

So I'm thinking of starting up Spell Bound again but I also am thinking about making Finding in the battle field a real book. But then I am thinking of all these new ideas for stories! AAAAHHHH to many thoughts! Guess I better start writing them down, huh?

She and He

She loved him. 
He loves her. 
She doesn't know him anymore.
He never forgot her. 
She is lost from him. 
He will find her. 
She's forgotten. 
He remembers. 
She's afraid. 
He's afraid. 
She wonders, Who is this man?
He wonders, Where did she go?
He believes that love will find a way. 
She doesn't realize he is her way. 
She died.
He lives. 
They are broken
They are lost
They are ___