It's all I can do,
Trying to forget you,
Wanting to never repeat my past,
I let my heart go,
So you can feel good,
And yet hear I stand alone,
Driving my hand into the wall,
Tortured by my fall,
Unable to release the pain,
Sliding down into darkness,
Screaming for marked forgiveness,
Tears are wetting my skin,
I have some friends,
People who forgave my sins,
But I know you'll never see the change,
Where is my redemption,
What is my conception,
When all I am is fake?
I am turned,
every way when the way is the wall,
and every wall is the pillow I lay my head against,
when my head isn't my brain,
or my heart my soul,
who was right when right was wrong,
and nothing lay anything ever at all,
simple shattering my entire being,
no one can blame who cannot be blamed,
when no one knows what is real anymore,
who is who and why am I Me,
when something means nothing,
and everything is absurd,
I know not or care not what is YOUR right and wrong,
but what is mine and what is mine,
what cried out that night who is who,
what am I scared of,
and what is real,
I don't want power should it be only my insa
NO matter what i am,
i see my faults and see my worries,
No matter what i do,
i see how truly ignorant i can be,
So when its silent,
and yes i see my mess in this world,
the things that need to be done,
everyday life wont come to be important,
when we all see nothing,
its hard to get up,
when peace is upon me,
and i cant even smile for a while,
i hold up my hand,
seeing not the ceiling anymore,
but the lines of my age,
that are yet to come,
the bleakness,
and I cant say its your fault,
i wont want to,
whatever comes and has passed is my blame,
but,
so little makes so much,
and the simplest things,
are harder to do every
Since time gave up on me,
since wars were fought,
kings have followed me,
and now I've forgot,
the past within me,
I once thought had rot,
nothing is wasted,
so I couldn't have thought,
watching the seas pull on the feet,
walking on nothing,
and scaring the deep,
the waves blocked the ocean,
the sea swallowed by land,
nothing foretold,
yet in stood in my hand,
strong the right hand of mine is,
the arm the channel,
the shoulder the gate,
the wrist the conductor,
the elbow the switch,
the energy doest spiral,
yet to control it a little,
I have to give it a form,
because everything is beyond them,
and time has given them
I haven't seen this,
No one would have,
Damn it,
Naive,
I'm so stupid,
I haven't seen truth until now.
Haven't realized my foolish emotions,
now...
I have to make amends,
I don't know how much blood may fall,
and all shall fall on me,
My hands wont be clean.
Should i wait for some,
let maturity grow,
or will that make it worse,
and make my life lose its chance?
I don't have who I had before,
wondering on doubts,
no I cant.
I know sometimes jealousy may do things,
but it cant be true,
it cant be,
I cant be false,
why...
on a night that is supposed to be so wondrous,
be so painful,
why must I lose so much,
when finall
It's all I can do,
Trying to forget you,
Wanting to never repeat my past,
I let my heart go,
So you can feel good,
And yet hear I stand alone,
Driving my hand into the wall,
Tortured by my fall,
Unable to release the pain,
Sliding down into darkness,
Screaming for marked forgiveness,
Tears are wetting my skin,
I have some friends,
People who forgave my sins,
But I know you'll never see the change,
Where is my redemption,
What is my conception,
When all I am is fake?
I am turned,
every way when the way is the wall,
and every wall is the pillow I lay my head against,
when my head isn't my brain,
or my heart my soul,
who was right when right was wrong,
and nothing lay anything ever at all,
simple shattering my entire being,
no one can blame who cannot be blamed,
when no one knows what is real anymore,
who is who and why am I Me,
when something means nothing,
and everything is absurd,
I know not or care not what is YOUR right and wrong,
but what is mine and what is mine,
what cried out that night who is who,
what am I scared of,
and what is real,
I don't want power should it be only my insa
NO matter what i am,
i see my faults and see my worries,
No matter what i do,
i see how truly ignorant i can be,
So when its silent,
and yes i see my mess in this world,
the things that need to be done,
everyday life wont come to be important,
when we all see nothing,
its hard to get up,
when peace is upon me,
and i cant even smile for a while,
i hold up my hand,
seeing not the ceiling anymore,
but the lines of my age,
that are yet to come,
the bleakness,
and I cant say its your fault,
i wont want to,
whatever comes and has passed is my blame,
but,
so little makes so much,
and the simplest things,
are harder to do every
I haven't seen this,
No one would have,
Damn it,
Naive,
I'm so stupid,
I haven't seen truth until now.
Haven't realized my foolish emotions,
now...
I have to make amends,
I don't know how much blood may fall,
and all shall fall on me,
My hands wont be clean.
Should i wait for some,
let maturity grow,
or will that make it worse,
and make my life lose its chance?
I don't have who I had before,
wondering on doubts,
no I cant.
I know sometimes jealousy may do things,
but it cant be true,
it cant be,
I cant be false,
why...
on a night that is supposed to be so wondrous,
be so painful,
why must I lose so much,
when finall
Since time gave up on me,
since wars were fought,
kings have followed me,
and now I've forgot,
the past within me,
I once thought had rot,
nothing is wasted,
so I couldn't have thought,
watching the seas pull on the feet,
walking on nothing,
and scaring the deep,
the waves blocked the ocean,
the sea swallowed by land,
nothing foretold,
yet in stood in my hand,
strong the right hand of mine is,
the arm the channel,
the shoulder the gate,
the wrist the conductor,
the elbow the switch,
the energy doest spiral,
yet to control it a little,
I have to give it a form,
because everything is beyond them,
and time has given them
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Chapter 6
The door slowly opened with me being greeted by a rather old man. His beard was white with long goatee his face covered in wrinkles as he looked ready to go out. He was wearing a brown jacket with a white button up underneath with a blue bowtie as his brown slacks showed slightly most likely he was wearing loafers.
"Hi yes are you mr. pokemon?" The man blinked giving a deep throaty laugh as he opened the door wide. Yep loafers.
"Yes, ma boy I be him a'ight! You must be the one Elm was talking about. So your Matt. I Must say your battle with lance 10 years ago was absolutely Chipper! That typhlosion of yours was simply atounding
Ch. 5
The nurse gave me a small smile. I perked up hoping will all my might everything was ok. She smiled at my change of mood as I wiped away my tears waiting for her to speak.
"Your pokemon will be just fine. No lasting damage. Give her a couple of days an she is going to be as good as new. However the reason I want to talk in private is this," she sighed frowning now. "I looked up your record. Your a champion level trainer. How could you be so reckless. If you ahd gotten her hear even 10 minutes later she would have been done for. What were you thinking?" Her gaze was rather accusatory. I know she gave many people lectures about this,
Chapter 4
I woke with a massive start, my back scratching against the bark of the tree. Riza looked up at me as I panted sweat dripping down to hiss from evaporation on the cyndaquils flame.
"what the hell was that?!" It felt so absolutely real, the heat the pain the... I felt my cheek tears streaming down my face. Rizania crawled up along my chest gingerly licking them away as I wiped my other cheek, smiling down at her. I pulled her close hugging her strongly making her squeak a little.
"Rizania. I'm going to make you the strongest there is. I promise you'll never have to try hard to fight. You will wipe away any challenger an never ev