AN: Hi minna!! I've been dead to the world for soooo long haven't I? lol...
Well anyways, here's a poem, an angsty poem, and I just put it in the
beyblade section. It's about cutting, and it's not meant to be for any
character in beyblade. I have no idea how to do the stupid italics thing,
hence, the stars. Lol, if somebody would be so kind as to teach me? Hahha..
well, enough of my ranting.. R&R kay minna? Byes!!
I cut and the blood flows.
As it drips to the floor,
I turn to the heavens and weep in despair.
*What have I done?
Why do I care?*
Do I have a right to feel this way?
Many a person out there suffers.
I have a good home,
I have my friends;
Yet why is it,
I feel torment?
Do not mistake me,
For I seek no end
To this accursed life I have,
So goes my lament.
One wonders how
Such a cheerful soul,
Could turn into this;
The Darkness unfolds.
I don't even know,
Whether it's me or not.
I don't even know,
If I masked my own thoughts.
Two sides of me there are,
'Cept only one side you'll see.
It depends on who you are,
How far you get to me.
One content, happy soul.
One dwelled on misery.
How can two so different selves,
Live in one being?
The Dark convinced myself,
That the happiness was a mask.
The Light told me to,
Rid myself of the Evil fast.
Neither did I do,
And nor will I soon.
For the Dark and Light comfort me.
In despair, sorrow and pain,
I find shelter in its Cold.
In happiness, faith and glory,
I bask in its warm glow.
It confuses me,
I give up trying to see sense.
And in the end the Dark prevails;
The knife rises again.
I feel no need to stop,
Till I soak the sheets with blood of mine.
Remember I told you I wished it not to end?
Well guess what?
*I lied.*
Well anyways, here's a poem, an angsty poem, and I just put it in the
beyblade section. It's about cutting, and it's not meant to be for any
character in beyblade. I have no idea how to do the stupid italics thing,
hence, the stars. Lol, if somebody would be so kind as to teach me? Hahha..
well, enough of my ranting.. R&R kay minna? Byes!!
I cut and the blood flows.
As it drips to the floor,
I turn to the heavens and weep in despair.
*What have I done?
Why do I care?*
Do I have a right to feel this way?
Many a person out there suffers.
I have a good home,
I have my friends;
Yet why is it,
I feel torment?
Do not mistake me,
For I seek no end
To this accursed life I have,
So goes my lament.
One wonders how
Such a cheerful soul,
Could turn into this;
The Darkness unfolds.
I don't even know,
Whether it's me or not.
I don't even know,
If I masked my own thoughts.
Two sides of me there are,
'Cept only one side you'll see.
It depends on who you are,
How far you get to me.
One content, happy soul.
One dwelled on misery.
How can two so different selves,
Live in one being?
The Dark convinced myself,
That the happiness was a mask.
The Light told me to,
Rid myself of the Evil fast.
Neither did I do,
And nor will I soon.
For the Dark and Light comfort me.
In despair, sorrow and pain,
I find shelter in its Cold.
In happiness, faith and glory,
I bask in its warm glow.
It confuses me,
I give up trying to see sense.
And in the end the Dark prevails;
The knife rises again.
I feel no need to stop,
Till I soak the sheets with blood of mine.
Remember I told you I wished it not to end?
Well guess what?
*I lied.*