Emotionless or Bubbly, which is the real me and which the façade.

angels and demons /broken wings . ( written by me)

with broken wings

i fly to heaven

i'm spreading them all.

i fall to the earth.

having changes, losing hope.

why can't we see, that all we do is hoping for a better time.

why can't we see, who we are. missing everything around us.

nothing left of us to remain.

what we have to do is nothing in our memories.

no remains are left.

so how are we supposed to know.

What we're supposed to do.

looking down a broken road.

trying to remember.

it's just in vain.

we will never know.

what to do in a situation.

what to do when nothings left.

when do we finally see.

What we're supposed to do.

looking down a broken road.

trying to remember.

it's just in vain.

we will never know.

first an angel and then we changed.

becoming demons in the first place.

We suck the blood of innocent people.

the vampires will rule for sure.

hiding my shame

there's nothing left that i could do.


My name is Mikan Sakura, I have hazel eyes and waist-length brown hair.

What should I tell over my life, one thing: it sucks.

Everyone calls me an angel, but I'm no angel. To be precise, I was one. Cute, innocent, sweet, caring. Al of that stuff. But know I ain't anymore.

I always imagined to fly in the sky, when I die, I would go to heaven. Now I know that I would fall half way. My wings of innocence are broken. I will never leave the earth, I'll never be in the sky.

I've had tall of opportunities, but in the end, everything always failed. And now I lost all my hope.

I'm nothing in this world, nothing but thrash. But no one can help but hope that it will change, that's everything that I can still do, pray and hope. The real me has died, no one even noticed, no one, not even my oji-chan, the one who took care of me, instead of my mother, since I've known.

I cannot see anything around me, everything is always blurry, always there is something missing.

In the end nothing will be accomplished, nothing will be left of the shattered souls, just nothing.

Why don't we have a clue about what we should do in our life. Why is it always pretending.

This is just me. I act stupid, clumsy. Nobody knows it's just an act. That that side has died 5 years ago. And 2 years before that I lost my memory. The real me is gone. Why can't they just see.

Now I'm standing for my foster home. Looking down the road. No one is out, it's late, it's already dark. Dusk has fallen. The road is broken, just like me. Always I try to remember, looking at the same road, over and over again. Sometimes I think that there was a reason why I lost my memory, but why, that's the question. I will never know what to do, I have nothing left, nothing to help me remember. When will the time come when I would finally know. Tears straining my cheeks. But I don't notice them. Most of my feelings are sealed away. Sealed with my change.

No one knows this side of me, but I will tell you. This is it.

first an angel and then we changed.

becoming demons in the first place.

We suck the blood of innocent people.

Now you've probably figured out my secret, but for who don't know it yet: I'm a vampire.

A bloodsucker. I despise myself. I'm hiding in the forests every moment that is possible. Hiding my shame. I hate my existence, I hate myself. What can I do about it, nothing. There's nothing left of my life. That ended years ago. The words that one said are still stuck in my head: the vampires will rule for sure. And I'm sure I will never forget it.

But also the things they say about vampires aren't true. I can walk in the sunlight, I love garlics, swimming is my favourite sport. About the stake, everyone would die with something through the heart, so that doesn't count.