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ShyAnne Mar 2021
The wind felt cold on his bare arms
Standing alone in the empty dead surrounding
His hands are numb and his body trembles
Staring into the eyes of death over his fate
For he knows what lies ahead
He knows he has to slay the beast
He has to seal the tomb on his past
A broken man or a rising hero
The greek warrior cannot sleep this night
He has to get up and fight
He has to restore what was lost
All that is dead will be revealed as light
All his hurt soon gone to the oblivion
Hearing the battle cry of his town
His own mother tells him to rise and fight
For his reward when he returns home
A warrior, a proven man will find to home of a king
He now meets his demons face to face
His sword drawn and in position
Through the chest of the beast
And off with his head
Fear has been left for dead
Where now stands a golden blade
Wielded of a warrior and a royal
His family has pride in the unbroken man
He is given a name
Ischyrós
This was inspired by a Greek legend that I learned about in English Literature class.
ShyAnne Mar 2021
You paint your eyes black
And hide behind your hair
You keep your words in your head
And put on a blank stare
Into Oblivion
Your last peace of self
You know they're not equipped with understanding
You know they don't see your hell
You're drifting all alone
That's what you believe
Under all of the pain you know
You just need someone to see
To love you for who you are
You need someone you know won't deceive
Who won't walk away
Or turn the lights off
You won't be betrayed
By the one that you love
They know you
They hear you
They would do anything for
If you'd just let them near you
And you know what they want
Is just to help you
They want to know the truth behind
The isolation you feel in your mind
The one who does care
Who puts you before anything
Proud to call you a friend
I wrote this one about my super emo depressed friend. I love him dearly UwU
ShyAnne Mar 2021
Every punch, every bruise
Every kiss, every tear
I love you
The blood stains
The migraines
I can't stand it
But I love you
Maybe pain is my weakness
Maybe you're trying to help
Maybe I'm only imagining
This entire mental hell
I'm done fighting for freedom
I'm done begging for help
In some twisted way
This is beautiful
This is colorful
Others look at me and say
This is sad
I don't care
I love you
I reflect on my actions
I only ponder the abuse
You're drunk again
I run and hide
How dare I call this love
To be honest
I hate you
You took it all away
Everything
My family
My life
My safety
My sanity
But when the dust settles
And the noise is gone
You're still here
Holding me in your arms
As I cry like a child
Stitching my cuts
As I bleed
In some sick way
I love you
ShyAnne Mar 2021
Freedom of the things that shake me
I'm still stuck in the things that chain me
The hurt that broke and changed me
My heart breaks as they stare at me
Selfish and selfless
Broken and stolen
I drown myself out as I scream from the cage
I choke it down and add to my rage
Help them to save myself from me
It's so hard to be what they want me to be
I stay in my head controlled by my exoskeleton
Encased in a suit of skin that isn't mine
It's scars aren't my own
The voices whisper my disappearance
Cutting me and screaming
Hurting me and crushing my being
Six feet under or walking the earth
What does it matter if it always hurts
Sorry for the realistic drop...
ShyAnne Mar 2021
I hate that you think I lied
I hate that you think I would
I don't cheat
I don't aim to hurt anyone
I just want to love and be loved
If you hated me so much
Why ask me to be yours
If I was so disgusting to you
Why promise to stay
I'm sorry I'm not like most
I'm sorry you expect the worst
I'm sorry no one can be real but you
I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough
But really, I'm so sorry that I still love you
just sayin'... sorry

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