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
Bisexuals aren't a part of the LGTB CommunityBisexuals aren't apart of the LGTB CommunityI don't know what to say, or how to put it.But the statement above holds powerful meaning.A negative connotation, a spit of hatred.And because of that title, I take it that you're now reading.Then take it from the boy,who felt love for males, but at the same time,felt comfort when a girl ran her hands through his hair.Or take it from the girl,who loved the touch of her same sex,but perhaps sometimes, she'd prefer a boys kiss instead.And take it from those, who identify as “Bi”who are shunned or looked down upon,by those they believed they could rely on.And those who raise an eyebrow, who are againstLGTB, those who scorn at the name of bisexual,who practically scream “get away from me”.So where is their place, if you are reluctant to accept them?Does their sexual preface offend you that much,to the point where you are like the ones, who insult them and such.If you are LGTB, and you are currently read
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.
My First KissWalked right into the roomand saw her standing there.Her face filled with gloom,touching her lovely hair.Not wanting to be distant,I asked if she was fineand right there, in an instant,she put her lips on mine.
for markiplier.there's tar in our lungs,ghosts in our brains,and cracks in our hearts;but when you're here,we don't fall apart.
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.