For Those Who Don't CareLife is cruel
What good is it when there's nothing to live for?
Why can't I just pick up a knife and do it?
Because I'm afraid
What is fear?
Why are we fearful?
Is it because it's natural?
Is it because we need something to counter bravery?
Why are we brave?
Because we care
Why do we care?
Because we are human
Then I'd rather not be human
Then what will I be?
Not a fish
Because I'm dead
One Year StarRacerEva"And I'm glad to have even met her." James said. "She's a very special woman. A couple friends and I wrote a poem for her." He wore a black suit and tie with a dark red, some said it looked like blood red, button up shirt, and his dress shoes were new.
He was standing on a small stage in a club. The music wasn't playing but the musicians were ready. It was a birthday party.
Looking around, I could tell I was late. I went to the bar to grab a small beer. I snuck up on the birthday girl. "Happy birthday."
Eva jumped. "Axel!" she laughed before hugging me. "Thanks."
"Is he about to start the poem?" I sat beside her.
"Yes and that's James' spot." she giggled. "Go up there."
"Axel, Demyx, ready?" James said through the mic.
My brother and I went up to the stage. "A poem?" I asked, we had practiced it millions of times.
"I wanna see it." Demyx said as he snatched it out James' hand. "She'll love it." he smiled.
"Can we start now?" he glared at demyx as I snuck to the shadows.
"No." Demyx sai