A Duelist's Lament
This is a short yugioh-based poem I wrote at like 2:30 in the morning. I imagine whoever the speaker is to be a student at Duel Academia in Yugioh GX.
(TRIGGER WARNINGS: ABUSE, SELF HARM, AND SUICIDE)
XXX
I may believe in my cards,
But there are some duels cards can't help you win.
I can't let myself fall apart,
So I bury it deep within.
I wish I could duel to fix my life,
But the world is not a game.
So every day and every night,
Everything stays the same.
A toxic touch and misery,
Will make me fade away.
And all of my victories,
Won't be good enough, he'll say.
The cards may be my friends,
But I have no one else.
And although I may pretend,
There's no one who'll save me from this hell.
A stinging red caused by a blade,
And another by a hand.
I have to do as he says to be saved,
And listen to his commands.
They all think they know it all.
They think I'm just a creep.
They hurt me until I have to crawl,
But still think they're the sheep.
I can't keep going on like this.
I'll let my soul and cards go free,
And then, maybe, I'll find some bliss,
Where no one can hurt me.
It's clear I'm worth nothing,
Even if I win every duel.
Everyone else is worth something.
Why is the world so cruel?
I know I have to end it.
I can't take this anymore.
The voices are never quiet,
So I'll have to close the door.
I may believe in my cards,
But I no longer believe in a happy life.
I can't let myself fall apart,
So I'll end it all tonight.
XXX
I think I'm going to write a short story for this poem to go with. If so, It'll probably involve Judai and an OC.
Well, thanks for reading.
