I know I know that Usagi will probably never think like this is the cartoon, but i'm in a mad mood and I want to write something sad, I don't rerally care if you like it or not.If you do, then thats just fine and dandy, and if you don't I told you it was gonna be sad.
Whatever Happend To Fairy Tales?
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Whatever happend To Fairy tales
I may be a Princess,
But I'm not perfect.
No one seems to understand this,
Its just another thing they miss.
They want me to be something I'm not,
Don't they know that ther're asking alot?
Before I met them I was only 14,
And full of dreams.
But now I am sick of life,
Sometimes I just want to grab that knife.
And end it all,
End my life.
But would that really solve anything?
Wouldn't I just be revived by their "love"?
They think I'm so happy,
How I wish I could fool myself as I fool them.
I'm not happy,
Infact happiness is something of the past.
That knife looks so inviting,
Its begging me to take it in my hands.
And run it across my fingers,
Watch the blood fall, drip by crimsom drip.
But I could never do that,
Its not in my personality description.
I'm happy and cheerful,
I always have a shoulder to cry on.
But does nayone ever return the favor?
When I need a shoulder for myself the most?
And so I ask myself,
This question day after day,
Whatever happend to Fairy Tales?
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This is a very weird poem, if you don't understand it don't worry, neither do I.It just popped into my head line after line.Could it be an abstract peom maybe?
Whatever Happend To Fairy Tales?
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Whatever happend To Fairy tales
I may be a Princess,
But I'm not perfect.
No one seems to understand this,
Its just another thing they miss.
They want me to be something I'm not,
Don't they know that ther're asking alot?
Before I met them I was only 14,
And full of dreams.
But now I am sick of life,
Sometimes I just want to grab that knife.
And end it all,
End my life.
But would that really solve anything?
Wouldn't I just be revived by their "love"?
They think I'm so happy,
How I wish I could fool myself as I fool them.
I'm not happy,
Infact happiness is something of the past.
That knife looks so inviting,
Its begging me to take it in my hands.
And run it across my fingers,
Watch the blood fall, drip by crimsom drip.
But I could never do that,
Its not in my personality description.
I'm happy and cheerful,
I always have a shoulder to cry on.
But does nayone ever return the favor?
When I need a shoulder for myself the most?
And so I ask myself,
This question day after day,
Whatever happend to Fairy Tales?
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This is a very weird poem, if you don't understand it don't worry, neither do I.It just popped into my head line after line.Could it be an abstract peom maybe?
