InvisibleI don't see you, you don't see me.I guess this is just how things should be.
Each passing day.SadnessGrieving your lossMy life changing eventThe love of my life gone from meSorrow like a blanket covers my heartMissing you more each passing dayMemories make me cryHeart broken withSadness.Poetry bySuzaane Karbach2nd January 2016
People HatingI hate peopleCan't you see?I hate peopleBecause people hate me.
[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
Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'Momma said "stop being gay,"As night, to morning, faded;Its beauty was not made to stay,But hoary grew, and jaded.I watched as day, with fractured light,My every fear, rekindled,And passion fell away to plight,And hope but further dwindled.Momma said "stop being gay,"With hatred, and distress:My tender love where sin held sway..."Impure, and meaningless."Within my heart and soul, I lived,For all else had bereft me,And nothing more could be perceivedThan how her words had left me.Momma said "stop being gay."For years, I never fought her,But silently, and hopeless, lay,The Lord's forgotten daughter.I've sacrificed a waking dream:My truest love, to meritA heaven, and, in death, to seemNot evil, but imperfect.-Sophie J
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.Twirling with flames; graceful and slowShe dances tonight, in a city of ash.Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.Quietly mourning, as time goes by;Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
you are my oxygeni feel you slippingthrough the cracks in my windowleaving me breathless
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,as we read the pages of a book.We fall in love with them,For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,We each pick and choose who we like.For these characters are more than you think,when a reader invites them into their life.Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,That the stories, and tales don’t exists.That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,vanish when the story ends.I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,A fictional character is real.That I see him as more, than a page in a bookhe’s something that I can touch and feel.For many who read, create their own worlds,because reality is just too much to take.When life gets confusing, stressful or tragicwe feel like we just want to break.There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,nor family, can understand what’s inside.Because in actuality, though it
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.