one day you will look back
and just wish you
could go back home
/
but you've
destroyed yourself, and
now there is no forgiveness,
now you cannot turn back
unless you want a knife
in your chest
/
they say things get easier
when you get older but you're just
a fantasy, you're out of reach
and you've played every
hand of cards wrong
/
you can win the damn world
but you can't make
yourself wake up
from this nightmare
/
your family is gone,
mother and father,
thalia and annabeth,
travis and connor,
percy and grover
/
now who are you without your definitions?
/
sometimes it seems like you've
been told that you can fix your mistakes;
you're a demigod, you know
how to do everything all over again
/
you may be living a dream
but death is death
and pain is pain
and gone is gone
/
doesn't matter who you are,
your choices will never let you go
/
show me a hero and i'll write you a tragedy
when you die i'll write your name damnably
some of us are not meant to survive
there are other ways to stay alive
but this is not some kind of fantasy
/
a/n: back to my old luke poetry. thank you so much to my consistent readers. i know that i'm not active on fanfiction as much as i used to be, but the unfailing support i still have never ceases to amaze me. you all have every last bit of my gratitude!
—dee