Silver: This is just my first one-shot fic, and I'm feeling a little
depressed right now, so don't be mean in your reviews!
It's by Ryou, by-the-way, and I guess it's some sort of diary, or journal
that he's kept.
Belonging
No relying on anyone, I'm alone. Who would I rely on?
Nobody likes me, quite the contrary, in fact.
They all hate me they all pity me. But I don't need their pity,
I need their Help.
But how to tell them?
They hate me; I hate them. Even though we're friends,
Deep down, I know that they only stand me for my sake.
Humph, if they only knew.
I'd end this, this hopeless existence, this unreal-reality,
That I call life.
Not just any life, oh no,
It's my life.
As I said, I'd end This.
Whatever "This" is.
I'd really like to know:
What exactly IS "This"?
Ah, there, you see?
More hopelessness.
If they, my "friends", were here, listening to me say this,
I'd see that "Look", written across their faces.
That look of pity, mixed with boredom.
It's the look I'm so used to.
I get it virtually every time I open my
Mouth around them.
Then, of course, He's there.
At least He tells me the
Truth.
He spares me the looks, and tells me strait out:
"Nobody likes you. Your just a burden."
Ah, Wonderful!
My entire existence, wrapped up
Into one neat-and-tidy, compact word:
"Burden"
Hmmm, sounds nice, doesn't it?
The way that it just rolls off the tip of your tongue, like a ball:
"Burden"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
They think I'm weak.
I know it.
They think that I'm just there,
Always.
Yet another point to my "Why I'm a Burden" list:
-I'm just there.
Oh, great! So, they bare me,
Out of what?
Why, pity, of course!
Yet again, this word, the word that
I cannot stand.
Well, at least I've accepted it,
Instead of being in denial.
Oh! How good it would be to
Deny all of this.
To be naïve, what I would give to be
Naïve!
No, He's made sure that I'm not naïve.
He loves seeing me try and hide
The tears and the pain, every time
He releases another wave of hurt,
In the form of words.
He'll never let me end my life.
God knows I've tried.
But it's NOT. THAT. SIMPLE,
When you have a demon
Connected to your soul.
You see, if I die, I'll take him with
Me.
A small price to pay for an eternity
Of peace and bliss.
What?
Where you expecting some sort of
Valiant, hidden love that he had for
Me?
HA! That's a laugh.
He cares about as much for me,
As he cares for water:
I'm a necessity.
Something that he needs,
To live, but past that?
Nothing.
Oh, maybe the occasional
Beatings to quench his thirst
For pain, but past that?
Again, Nothing.
Maybe, MAYBE, in the very
Beginning, He cared for me
A little.
Yet, still, He was like a cocoanut.
Hard on the outside, and soft
Inside.
But as time progressed, he became
Harder, and harder.
Until, he stopped caring for me
All together.
Now, he's just a
Rock.
A hard, gray,
Stone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
I have nothing.
Not one thing to call my
Own.
He's dominated it
All.
I'd end it.
All of it.
Yet, my life isn't even my
Own anymore:
He's dominated even me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~
Silver: Right, well, what do you think? R&R please!
depressed right now, so don't be mean in your reviews!
It's by Ryou, by-the-way, and I guess it's some sort of diary, or journal
that he's kept.
Belonging
No relying on anyone, I'm alone. Who would I rely on?
Nobody likes me, quite the contrary, in fact.
They all hate me they all pity me. But I don't need their pity,
I need their Help.
But how to tell them?
They hate me; I hate them. Even though we're friends,
Deep down, I know that they only stand me for my sake.
Humph, if they only knew.
I'd end this, this hopeless existence, this unreal-reality,
That I call life.
Not just any life, oh no,
It's my life.
As I said, I'd end This.
Whatever "This" is.
I'd really like to know:
What exactly IS "This"?
Ah, there, you see?
More hopelessness.
If they, my "friends", were here, listening to me say this,
I'd see that "Look", written across their faces.
That look of pity, mixed with boredom.
It's the look I'm so used to.
I get it virtually every time I open my
Mouth around them.
Then, of course, He's there.
At least He tells me the
Truth.
He spares me the looks, and tells me strait out:
"Nobody likes you. Your just a burden."
Ah, Wonderful!
My entire existence, wrapped up
Into one neat-and-tidy, compact word:
"Burden"
Hmmm, sounds nice, doesn't it?
The way that it just rolls off the tip of your tongue, like a ball:
"Burden"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
They think I'm weak.
I know it.
They think that I'm just there,
Always.
Yet another point to my "Why I'm a Burden" list:
-I'm just there.
Oh, great! So, they bare me,
Out of what?
Why, pity, of course!
Yet again, this word, the word that
I cannot stand.
Well, at least I've accepted it,
Instead of being in denial.
Oh! How good it would be to
Deny all of this.
To be naïve, what I would give to be
Naïve!
No, He's made sure that I'm not naïve.
He loves seeing me try and hide
The tears and the pain, every time
He releases another wave of hurt,
In the form of words.
He'll never let me end my life.
God knows I've tried.
But it's NOT. THAT. SIMPLE,
When you have a demon
Connected to your soul.
You see, if I die, I'll take him with
Me.
A small price to pay for an eternity
Of peace and bliss.
What?
Where you expecting some sort of
Valiant, hidden love that he had for
Me?
HA! That's a laugh.
He cares about as much for me,
As he cares for water:
I'm a necessity.
Something that he needs,
To live, but past that?
Nothing.
Oh, maybe the occasional
Beatings to quench his thirst
For pain, but past that?
Again, Nothing.
Maybe, MAYBE, in the very
Beginning, He cared for me
A little.
Yet, still, He was like a cocoanut.
Hard on the outside, and soft
Inside.
But as time progressed, he became
Harder, and harder.
Until, he stopped caring for me
All together.
Now, he's just a
Rock.
A hard, gray,
Stone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
I have nothing.
Not one thing to call my
Own.
He's dominated it
All.
I'd end it.
All of it.
Yet, my life isn't even my
Own anymore:
He's dominated even me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~
Silver: Right, well, what do you think? R&R please!