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
Don't Call For Blood- Self Harm Prevention PoemResist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.Resist the urgeResist the urgeDon't call for Blood.I tell myselfI tell myselfDon't call for Blood.I repeatI repeatDon't call for Blood.You're better than thisYou're better than thisDon't call for Blood.You're strongerYou're strongerDon't call for Blood.You don't need the painYou don't need the painDon't call for Blood.It's just an addictionIt's just an addictionDon't call for Blood.It's not what you needIt's not what you needDon't call for Blood.Find a different wayFind a different wayDon't call for Blood.Please cry outPlease cry outDon't call for Blood.Ask for helpAsk for helpDon't call for Blood.Stand up and fightStand up and fightDon't call for Blood.Put it downPut it downDon't call for Blood.This isn't the endThis isn't the endDon't call for Blood.
To YouTo the girl I sawWith the sad, sad eyes.To the boy I metWho wasn't allowed to cry.To the man I sawWho was falsely accused.To the woman I metWho was badly abused.This is my ode to youFor you live on despite it.I'm so proud of youFor you can still fight it.The world is against you,But it's not your fault.It's just the way This world was taught.So live on, live on,Don't you give up here.It gets better later,The light is near.I believe in you,I know you can make it.I'll reach out my hand,If you need it, just take it.You're special, You're important,You're not invisible,You exist, And you'll be fine.
Forgive This Grief (Miscarriage)My arms are weighted with her space,a heaviness that won't compare--her toes, her smile, her tiny face,and the imagined white-blonde hair;forgive this mother's grief for stolen dreamsand let alone these tears that stream.Forgive this mother's grief,forgive this mother's grief,remember things aren't always what they seem.I know it's wrong to yearn for them,but those moments when you despairwould give to me what was unsent--a life of burdens I wish I could wear.Forgive this jealous heart that wants to sharethe grumpy shouts, the unmade beds you bear.Forgive this jealous heart,forgive this jealous heart,remember it's 'bout her, my sweet butterfly of air.This heart still aches for my baby's weight,and the screaming absence of her cryopens anew an unhealed spacewhere all that lives is the question-- "why?"Let this heart heal as we grow oldand if an outburst leaves you cold,let this heart heal.Let this heart heal,butterfly babies are heavy to hold.
04 - Remember MeThink not of decay when reapers lay claim,Nor of sharp loss in following mourning;On that day let hushed pleasantries acclaim.And kiss the life from dulled eyes, unseeing.Find not thy feet above flower-laid stones:‘Neath earthly linen I shan’t rouse for thee.So whether memories make new or old:Beloved love, remember me fondly.Sell thy sorrows to swift merchanting winds,Be stolen by thy existence and time.Overlook me for sanity’s defense,But discard me not to the undefined.My life doth re-begin through memory,So my beloved love: remember me.
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.