Quick Author's note.
I wrote this a few weeks ago in a sudden flurry of inspiration. I'm sure you may be confused as to why I wrote it, or why I placed it here. I was going through my old documents, and I stumbled upon Insanity again. I read through it, and immediately cringed into a black hole from it. Yeah it definitely wasn't my best piece of work. But nonetheless there was still one part of the poem that stood out to me, one part that I found I wasn't displeased about. That part of the poem is the first five stanzas of this poem, and it was the inspiration to start this. I decided to take that part of the poem, and spin it to a completely different direction, with a completely different tone, yet keep the same basic principle behind it. It doesn't necessarily follow the exact story the last poem did, but it was made with the same characters in mind. I'm actually quite proud of this rendition, so I hope you enjoy it. As for why I put it here, because it didn't actually refer to any of the WoF characters, I felt it was unfit to be published as a separate document. So to the one person who's following this poem, this one's for you buddy.
And to that one person, you probably noticed that I haven't posted anything for like two years. If anyone ever wants to just talk about life for a while, feel free to PM me. I hope I could give more insight to what I write, why I write, and why I haven't been writing.
Enough talk. Here's that poem. I think I've improved slightly, yes?
And now he hated me,
He thought I was slipping away.
Because he hated my old self,
When I'm just trying to keep it at bay.
I had nothing to tell him,
No excuse of mine to lie.
Only to say to him gently,
"Forgive me, please, I try."
As I was held in his embrace,
Crying out in desperation,
I noticed something I didn't before
Sudden realisation.
He was scared.
He was scared,
And I was too.
The world was going insane.
Friends who had lost their mind,
And all the bitter memories,
Pain we try to leave behind.
But there's some things we can't forget,
There's some things we just can't hide.
Some wounds bleeding far too deep,
Some comfort we just can't find.
He looked down at me,
With a soft tear in his eye,
"Sometimes that's all we can do,"
He said slowly with a sigh.
"I'm sorry for being angry,"
"I'm sorry for losing hope."
"I'm sorry for yelling earlier,"
"It's just how I try to cope."
He took a deep breath,
And then simply let it all out.
"It's not when we're together I fear,"
"It's when we're both alone I doubt."
Because while two together work as one,
One alone is quick to fall undone.
And while two together know what to do,
One alone can easily run askew.
I looked up at him carefully,
And then slowly I came to see.
"I know exactly what you mean."
"We're not so different, you and me."
For though we may both be different,
We both feared the same thing,
The idea of being all alone,
And what the future ahead would bring.
Grief raked my mind and my soul,
From all the things I had seen.
From all the things I had done,
And all the pain in between.
So slowly he wiped away my tears,
With a careful gaze I'll never forget.
And he said with resignation,
"There will be some things you'll regret."
"There will be some things you do,"
"Some things you may say."
"That hurt yourself and hurt others,"
"And you may lead yourself astray."
"You can't escape them all though,"
"Nor should you even try."
"Instead of running, try and fix them."
He said to me in a reply.
"I'm sorry for being angry,"
"I'm sorry for losing hope."
"But you're what keeps me moving."
"You are how I cope."
And when I wiped my tears again,
I saw it plain and clear.
He wasn't scared of who I was,
But of me not being near
I took a deep breath,
Calmed myself of all thought.
And then I finally spoke.
"I don't want this to be of naught."
"I don't want you to leave me,"
"I don't want this friendship to end.
"I need you to help me heal,"
"I need some help to mend."
"Cause I'm sorry for scaring you,"
"Cause you're how I cope."
"And I'm sorry for leaving you,"
"Because you…"
"You give me hope."