Nine Parts of the Same Whole

Nine Parts of the Same Whole

Part I

She never trusted him.

Never had, never will.

It was so hard to let her guard down.

When she saw the pictures, saw the faces.

Saw the void where she was supposed to be...

It was filled with a prettier girl.

And younger, too.

Much more appropriate for his age.

She always felt so old.

Never a big difference until school was out for her.

And he had to stay behind.

2 whole years over.

She hopes the pains will end.

Then she discovers more.

He claims there's nothing there.

Nothing there at all.

She knows he's right.

She knows he's true.

But all she can remember are the harms he's caused.

When the times were short and the relationship...

expendable.


Part II


I survived for nothing.

At least, I think I did.

You don't think so; you'd never think so.

You don't understand, though.

I never wanted anyone to understand.

When the blasts came, I ducked like everyone else.

Everyone else died though.

Every single one.

Except me.

Now, when the smoke clears, who do you hope to see?

Me?

Or someone else?

Maybe it'll be that someone else who will save you?

Do you think that someone else will rescue you from destruction?

They'll help rebuild your life and recreate your mind?

Maybe you two will start a family and have a nice life?

Well, wait just one damn minute there...

What about me, you bastard?

You're the one who made me do this to myself.

Maybe you'd like me to disappear, to vanish?

Wish I'd poof into thin air, like I was never here?

Well, it's too late for pleasantries.

You're going to get what's coming to you.

I never really trusted you in the first place.

I guess this just proves my point.

I guess, I mean, I know we were never to be.

I just can't believe...

T-that you'd do this to me.

Do you know how hard it is to suffer this incredible anguish?

To be betrayed?

Oh, wait...

No. No, you don't.

You pathetic bastard.

You selfish, pathetic bastard.

Even with my last breath, I'd scream in your face.

I'd tell you how wrong you are to do this.

The universe isn't just about you, baby.

There's plenty of other people who'll suffer too.

Think about that as you pull that trigger, twist that knife...

Think about that when you leave me behind.

Just remember, you can't destroy what you yourself did not create.

And the only thing you ever created...

Was my safety.

Well, now I know, huh?

I know that my safety was just a web of lies you loved to work on.

You loved to wrap around me.

You loved... me...

Didn't you?

Did you ever?

Or was that a lie, too?


Part III


You were the one to pull me from the crashing waves

And throw me into the firey pits

You were the one to fly me to safety

Only to leave me at the mouth of the lion's den

You were the one to lift my spirits high

Only to fire them down with your mighty rifle

You were the one I placed all my beliefs into

Only to have them crash down into your hells

Expect nothing but the same in return


Part IV


I want to discover the cure for old age

I want to see new worlds, new races

I want to be the first artist to paint with stars

I want to be the first singer to be heard by billions at once

I want to finish my education without any stress

I want to make the millions who depend on me happy

I want

. . .

perfection.


Part V


I once decided long ago

To tear any discussion from my mind

Of doubts that I had previously recorded

Now all that music that fills my head

Makes me wonder if I'm truly alive in this world

Or is it just to keep my mind busy?

To keep me from thinking of how this world

Really works?


Part VI


Watching the romance I'll never have

On a screen three times the size of my mind's eye

Makes me wish to discover what they see

What they want

I want what they want

I need what they need

Skinny bodies

Muscles where muscles should be

Shiny hair

Glinting eyes

Scheming lips

Perfection, it's only perfection.

No one really has it,

They say.

What makes them so special

With their perfect bodies and perfect lives?

What makes them them and me me?


Part VII


Drama seems to discover our deepest fears

And place them on a tiny pixelated screen

As we gasp and cover our mouths with fear

Drama laughs at its accomplishment

When our smiles break our faces

And warmth fills our hearts

Drama feels the same, only different

Only different


Part VIII


Reading into worlds that I wish I could escape to

Makes me wish reality was the fantasy

And my fantasy was my reality

I wish some prince with an anger problem

Would sweep me off my feet with his sarcasm

He'd have a mighty steed

And we'd ride into the night

With hell at our heels

His name would be Sir Ryan

His steed named Bastard

And he'd have a singing belt

Named Georgie

Who sang Pink Floyd hits with a high note

And we'd live happily forever after

He and I


Part IX


Who's to say you're a hero?

Does putting you on this little list

Make you feel better about yourself?

Well, if I can aide you in any way

Let it be this way

You all are my heroes

You put me into the dark

Then come back to save me at the last minute

So, welcome, "hero."