Dear Pain,

I believe I am not worth such torment. Try and pick on someone who can take it. I tolerate you like Mothers tolerate their boisterous children. You pester me with lies and doubts. Am I really not good enough? Why do my family still love me, then? My friends haven't left me.

Yet.

There was that voice again. It was Pain. Lingering in my mind. I fought on, my hands shaking as I wrote.

Perhaps you just wish...

How can we love, if we have none?
How can we play, if we hate fun?
How can we make things good,
If people aren’t understood?
If colour draws a line of hate?
If there’s hunger, war, sexism, rape?
If we don’t appreciate or respect?
If there’s differences we can’t accept?
How can life again be well,
If we treat each other like Hell?
I have a question, or maybe a few,
I was wondering, if you have them too.

Greetings everyone, I'm really sorry for the delay, something came up and I had to sort it out. Anyway, here are the results! (A huge thanks to the four people who entered, I know it doesn't seem like much, but it meant a lot to me, and I was worried that no one would enter and I'd have to scrap it, so hey, thanks!) 

First Place: AJ - Izzy's Jack Frost- https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/110211/version/210268 

Second Place: Christy Wisdom's A Winter Landscape- https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/110225/version/209958 
...

Pls read this before going any further

The English classroom was relatively smaller than the previous one, but somehow,  it seemed to be more homely and full of life. The walls were adorned with beautifully painted pictures , most of them depicting some of the scenes from the famous Shakesperean plays. "Ms. Thompson's treasures." Dennis muttered under his breathe.

Dennis had been right. None of the students actually seemed to take the point of coming in time seriously. There were ...

They sat there for a while, two girls wrenched out of their homeworlds at young ages, with broken pasts and uncertain futures, watching a thousand stars in what felt like their own little corner of the universe.

1. My significant other - he loves me for who I am, he makes me laugh when I feel down, he helps me bring out the best version of myself, ilhsm~
2. BTS -  they taught me how to love myself, they guided me to find and chase after my purpose, I would still be lost if not for them
3. Bigbang - they taught me the importance of having strength, to persevere in times of hardship, I wouldn't be as strong as...

Soft red petals on a warm day.
A beauty I could only compare to you.
The roses in bloom within my garden

Your rose lips meeting mine,
A bright red rose.
Pulchritudinous.
Words fail at your sight.

Rose red,
As the mythical red string that wraps around you,

Fall comes,
And you’re the apple of my eye.
We hold hands in the chilled air.
You are still as sweet and fragrant as Summer.
In my eye the roses are wilting...

123
drink
456
drink

lazy,
calm,
forgetful,
stumbling,
happy,
tired.

Sitting down.
Deep drink.
Lose them - self
In brown - orange 
beer.
Whiskey,
wine,
sewage.

Screaming mindless
words.
no sense,
gross,
liquid,
eating away,
at them.
 

11:34 PM, TARGET

it's strange, isn't it, you think, how there are some places where the world turns itself inside out. at this time of night, at this target, with nobody else around but you and the woman at the checkout counter with heavy eyelids, the rest of the earth is a tucked-away daydream. toto's "africa" pours down from the speakers, all ethereal harmonies and ghostly xylophones. the music twines itself around your hands, your chest, your neck, a gentle...

How can we love, if we have none?
How can we play, if we hate fun?
How can we make things good,
If people aren’t understood?
If colour draws a line of hate?
If there’s hunger, war, sexism, rape?
If we don’t appreciate or respect?
If there’s differences we can’t accept?
How can life again be well,
If we treat each other like Hell?
I have a question, or maybe a few,
I was wondering, if you have them too.

Pls read this before going any further

The English classroom was relatively smaller than the previous one, but somehow,  it seemed to be more homely and full of life. The walls were adorned with beautifully painted pictures , most of them depicting some of the scenes from the famous Shakesperean plays. "Ms. Thompson's treasures." Dennis muttered under his breathe.

Dennis had been right. None of the students actually seemed to take the point of coming in time seriously. There were ...

They sat there for a while, two girls wrenched out of their homeworlds at young ages, with broken pasts and uncertain futures, watching a thousand stars in what felt like their own little corner of the universe.

Soft red petals on a warm day.
A beauty I could only compare to you.
The roses in bloom within my garden

Your rose lips meeting mine,
A bright red rose.
Pulchritudinous.
Words fail at your sight.

Rose red,
As the mythical red string that wraps around you,

Fall comes,
And you’re the apple of my eye.
We hold hands in the chilled air.
You are still as sweet and fragrant as Summer.
In my eye the roses are wilting...

123
drink
456
drink

lazy,
calm,
forgetful,
stumbling,
happy,
tired.

Sitting down.
Deep drink.
Lose them - self
In brown - orange 
beer.
Whiskey,
wine,
sewage.

Screaming mindless
words.
no sense,
gross,
liquid,
eating away,
at them.
 

11:34 PM, TARGET

it's strange, isn't it, you think, how there are some places where the world turns itself inside out. at this time of night, at this target, with nobody else around but you and the woman at the checkout counter with heavy eyelids, the rest of the earth is a tucked-away daydream. toto's "africa" pours down from the speakers, all ethereal harmonies and ghostly xylophones. the music twines itself around your hands, your chest, your neck, a gentle...

Oh star of the morning,
Lend me your clarity 
To illuminate the steps 
Of my lover
Who must leave

If you pass any hardship
Away from my solitude
Oh, tell the light of the morning 
To return you once again
Tell the light of the morning 
To return you once again

If my querencia is the hills
and my strength the stallion
How could you not want me to sing
How could you not want me to sing like the...

We breathe the air it provides,
Lungs inflate, deflate,
We take its fellow inhabitants and destroy,
Always taking more than we give.

We are content to sit back, 
Saying we tried, but this is beyond our reach,
We watch it crumble in our hands,
Always excuses, never the truth.

We lie and say we want that, 
When, if we did, we would attempt,
At least try to let go of what we don't need,
Just a little, and give something...

Sabana, sabana...
With your breeze of summer dung,
Your lagoon mirrors,
Sentinel of the palms
That peer out with the moon
Here I stay with you
Even though I leave and go very far
Like a dove that flies 
And leaves her nest on the ground

My heart tightens
For I'll no longer see your sunrise
Nor the wild stallions, or the bushes
Or the heron that flies
With the horse's halter I leave
Tied my loves
Drop by drop...

Envy me in my sorrow
Pity me in my weakness
Hold me as I cry
Cry for the world
Cry for my aching heart
An ache no human can contain