InvisibleI don't see you, you don't see me.I guess this is just how things should be.
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck [A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.] Every day. Every single fucking day. You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
Trust In MeWhen you look in the mirror,Tell me,What do you see?Wait,I'll tell you what I think,Even if you disagree.I can see you're hurting;You want to give up.There's something inside you,That wants to tell everyone to shut up.I can see you want to be left alone,You're tired of everyone's crap;They're telling you thingsyou want to hear,But somehow you knowit's a trap.I can see you're afraidof letting your feelings show,You confide in people,But deep down,You don't want to.Maybe something happeneda long time agoand you refuseto let go.I can see that you're about tobreakdown and cry,You're sick of people assumingYou're the bad guy;You choose to turn a blind eye.I can see that you wantsomeone to understandwhat you're going through;You need unconditional love;Someone who willstay true to you.Now,Let me ask you again,When you look in the mirror,Tell me,What do you see?I'm not asking you to adjust,But please, just trust...In me.
RainYou stand here inthis somber place,the rain peltingyour sorrowed faceI think abouthow you do feign,as your salty tearsmix with the rainAnd as your lips do dripwith bitter sorrow,I yearn for youa better tomorrow
Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?"Daddy, daddy look at me!"She laughed and twirled aroundDressed up in her dress-up clothes.Daddy didn't make a sound. "Daddy, daddy look at me."She told him once again."Daddy, am I pretty?" Asked she, feeling empty within. "Yes." said daddy flatlyThough look he never did.She ripped off all the clothes,Ran to her room and hid.Daddy never came To ever see if she was fine. In her floor she laid.All she could do was cry. Daddy didn't love her;She knew that in her heart.It's not right for a five year oldTo feel broken, torn apart. Although too many years have passed The story's still the same.I called only when I needed himBut daddy never came.Now my dreams are haunted With that broken little girlAnd her horrid misconception ofThe best daddy in the world.
December RainThrough mist, through my eyes, I see I am blindmy soul hath no knowledge, heart hath no sightthrough my ears the wind blows, cold as the nightdeafening me to the sounds of my mindThe sun, his face shining, mocks me with lighthis bright severe finger pointing at meilluminates things I can't bear to seenowhere to hide, I am faced with my plightBut rain falls, empathic, drowning my cryher icy chill numbs me so I cannotfeel memories of a heart so distraughtthus consoling me with tears from the skyAnd if the rain cannot drown my sorrowShe will cry with me until the morrowCopyright 2010 Julia Rain Jeys Wellman. All Rights Reserved.
UnconsciouslyYou're constantly at the corner of my eye.It annoys me because I don't know why.I look around it's always you I see.Even when I don't want to, I do it unconsciously.