i gently tell him my
greatest secret surprisingly he believes me and goes on with his life he asks me about the threads in my vision and i try to answer but one question i cannot answer
Second poem of the two. Thank you.
in my world of red
everyone has a thread tied to their pinky finger sometimes it is a couple that is connected, the small string in between not the only connection sometimes and this is most of the time the string leads elsewhere in my world of red, i am the only one without a thread of fate tying my destined partner and i together except until i met that certain green-haired boy
I'm working on a fanfic and I wanted to write a couple poems for it. Here is the first one.
Hehe, it's an IzuOcha fanfic where Ochako can see everyone's thread of fate except for her own. I think it'll be pretty good!
the night is full
of stars freckled with millions of stars i know that it's my ancestor's fault that our sky is hiding the stars from us their irresponsibility leading to the heavy pollution hiding the stars from us and yet they are angry at us you're the one who's at fault i want to look at the stars it would help me comfort myself i've only seen pictures i just want to see a sky full of stars the indigo void freckled with the infinite stars that exist they say "I believe what I see" does that mean that i shouldn't believe in stars? thank you for polluting our world and blaming us it's you at fault
i wish for is for someone to love me people joke but there's a twist they joke about terrible things they joke about suicide and mental states why do they do that? something i want is for something to just go my way for once i want for someone to be kind and acknowledge me rain falling outside my window represents all of the tears of the world dripping and the droplets of the sky cling on to trees like i cling on to hope suicidal thoughts cloud my head every day i always push them away falling into depression both the suffering cell-mate and the cruel jailer i want the door to swing open and to be free but with bad things repeatedly happening i don't think it'll open no friends school is **** my sister hates me my dog doesn't even love me get out of this **** maybe live in another world being a fangirl that would truly make me happy because is there anything in this world that wants me?
before you decide
i am your friend here's something you should know about me i am insecure depressed i may look happy but that's not the truth i don't belong someone has always found a way to remind me that life is **** and can i trust you? all of my friends that were real have left me and if they weren't real well you know the rest how that plays out if you want to be my friend listen up my friends don't lie to me friends don't keep a simple secret bottled up friends don't leave you in the dust leaving you waiting friends are honest kind tell me if they change their mind and are patient but those friends have already left my side so tell me can you live up to this? can you be my friend? no you don't want to be my friend you're just another one of the fakes and if you truly want to help me i am begging you stay by my side a little longer longer longer be a friend that tells me if you're leaving so that i can at least get to see you in person again before you move across the country and i'm left holding my hand out to a ghost of a friendship that was once real but now nonexistent if you want to know me stay by my side and don't leave me like all of my friends before
I am depressed. Life always finds a way to remind me that it's cruel. I don't know if I'll ever find a life-long friend.
what is fear?
there can be many definitions a hard word to define fear is falling into the abyss falling into depression worrying that you'll never fly back up to the clouds labeled "happiness" fear is rain sprinkling off a car as the lights reflect off a young girl lying in the road fear is not knowing what lies in the shadows as your flashlight only spreads out a small part of the land and a shriek fills the air fear is many things not a singular item but a million miniscule thoughts and people not just people but everyone feels fear one thing they wonder is if they will ever feel relief or never feel again
do i have to go to school suffering my teachers get paid but no one else does we must work and work and work until we are "smarter" oppressed to be "creative" but they don't want us to be creative do they the smart know that we are being worked so that we can get a job but we are already working a job and we're not being paid work work and work some more all-nighters just to survive the drowning of homework i want to escape from this **** they call "learning"
This is just my interpretation of school.