How I feel

Okay, so a couple years ago, I was dating this girl. She eventually cheated on me... twice... so I never could figure out how I felt with that... Until a year afterwards, I discovered a song. And it goes a little something like this:

 

Now I know some of you are probably thinking: Oh that's horrible! So what if it is? I'm entitled to my opinion. It hurt that the first girl I ever dated betrayed me like that. Kinda ruined me. 

Never Enough- Five Finger Death Punch

Song I chose for the lyric analyzation.

A Poem for Expressing Myself

Fatality is high
When the guns cry.
A shot of steel
My life you steal.
A blade sticks
From behind tricks.
Takes my life
With stabbing knife.
But take my heart.
Rip it apart.
A shell now
No soul now.
But nothing by man
Killing with hand
Can make me break
apart and flake.
Only you, the one.
One girl, my rising sun.

Expressive Writing (Internal dialogue)

  The half drawn curtain moved. I looked up, ready to face the crowd. "Show time," I thought, grinning to myself. I took two steps forward, gaining the attention of the audience. my eyes were closed, allowing me to focus on my lines. "Say 'it seems we all have a new life,' don't mess up." I opened my eyes, but no one was there. The audience was non-existent. I turned around, hoping a fellow performer could help me, but they, too, were gone. "What? But? How? No! They were right th-... Wait... Where am I? I don't... How did I get here? And why are these clothes so... gah... tight? As I struggled to get the costume off, I felt the fabrics tightening. I panicked.

  Cold sweat started dripping down my forehead. I was being crushed by the clothes. "N-no!" I cried, trying to free myself. The room grew cold, and I blacked out.

  I awoke in a fight, not suer where I was. I was still on the stage. "How?" I questioned myself.

  "We did it," a thousand voices spoke. I turned to the audience, and was taken aback. Thousands of people were in the audience. 

  "Wha-" I started, when a hand fell on my shoulder, griping me in a sense of comfort. The conductor of the orchestra was starring down on me. He smiled, revealing a look of victory.

  "Welcome to the Ghost Opera," he greeted. My head swarmed with thousands of questions.

  "Am I dead? How? Why? But... I... you..." too many thoughts were filling my head. I fell to my knees, and cried out in agony. I stood again, and turned to the conductor. "Am I next to perform?" I asked. He gestured to the ghostly audience. I took two steps forward, gaining their attention. "It seems we all have a new afterlife," I spoke, realizing I messed up my line. "No! It was supposed to b-.... no wait. This made more sense. I wonder if they'll notice."

  Suddenly, the crowd roared with applause, causing the stage to shake. So many hands clapping. Thousands of people telling me, "you did it!" I closed my eyes, and took a bow.

  My eyes shot open, sirens wailing in my ears. My body ached from head to toe. My head throbbed with pain of all sorts. An I.V. was inserted into my veins. "I'm... alive..." I whispered.

  "Hey! He's okay!" a voice called out. "Okay, son, we're gonna give you a drug to keep the pain down. You fell off the stage, and landed square on your head. It was a six foot drop. You should be fine."

  "I'm... alive..." I thought again, feeling dizzy as a warmer liquid flooded my body. I started to drift to sleep. "I'm not a ghost... I'm okay...." Suddenly, a familiar feeling reached my shoulder. A hand gripping me. My clothes started to feel tight, and I blacked out.