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That superhero stuff is truly everywhere these days. My little brother was always a huge fan, buying all the toys, comic books, video games, etc. Those heroes wear crazy costumes, have insane powers and save millions of people in every arc of their story. But this world, our world, has no such superheroes. But it's not because of the lack of such powers or goofy costumes. It's because, in reality, power isn't everything. Even if it's a superpower. My name is Evelyn Rook, and... I'm a superhero. Or at least I have everything I'd need in order to become one. I do have a special power. Although it's different than what you'd expect. I can't fl

The storm inside is brewing A tightness in my chest These feelings are all coming out The ones i tried to repress. There's a sadness that is lurking hiding beneath my shame A mask that I've been building Until the day that never came. A sorrow resurrecting As strong as the year before "It gets better" i try to tell myself but each year my heart gets torn. An emptiness is threatening My attempt to be upbeat Reminding me of each December's fate This sorrow i must keep. A rage inside is building Adding fuel to my brewing storm Trying not to think about it Avoidance is reborn. The 28th is nearing Eight years, and it stings

The days are getting colder as temptation increases I want to do it just push the button I've been pushed far enough as it is a small tap a little shove and ill restart end it for good and start over the button is calling me by my full name over and over i turn my back only to look towards it and fight a fight within myself the coldest war yet it says 'Push Me Elizabeth all your troubles will end your slate will be cleaned and you can start again' i turn back and start to cry 'they need me i need them you don't understand pushing you solves nothing as tempting as you sound pushing you would destroy so many pe