Winter GardenIn this garden of winterMore Like This
I am everything cold...
Still ground, dead trees,
the leaves on the branches
frozen in time...
The forever stopped rivers,
the painfully white snow
sparkling and cold
under the bare feet.
Blue skin of the corpse,
blind eyes staring up to the lead sky,
the thin layer of frost
covering and sealing the lips...
In this garden of winter
I am the silence,
the dead lack of sound.
forbidden screams of killed dreams,
ever hushed whispers
of the last, lost heartbeats...
In this garden of death
I am the set of marbles.
they once ran as desperate tears,
and now lie spilled in vain...
In this garden of cold,
I am everything and forever...
And nothing rules here
but the frost and ice
and nothing comes here,
but the coldness and winds
and nothing will ever change,
in this place of sorrow,
until the time breaks in half
and darkness covers it all.
you never changedIT IS WEIRD! seeing that you have disabled your account. it feels odd.More Like This
it feels like i have accidentally slipped off the edge of a cliff
and it is just that feeling of your heart sinking into yourself
what did i do this time?
and, OH BOY, do i have more to say! ha! ha!
i miss you and your curly blonde hair,
your freckly face, your cute laugh,
but do i really?
can we roleplay again? you brought that opportunity back but swept it right away.
i was so excited, to be honest. i wanted to see our two characters talk once more.
that is all i wished back in january, but you gave it up.
i told myself so many things. don’t you remember, what i told myself in 2013?
it's all your fault. you’re a monster. i have homicidal thoughts of you.
but i have learned a lot since then:
trust no one.
i am the husk of a shell. i have sunk so low. no motivation, no time.
i still don’t really like anything anymore.
do not return, do not come backyou fucking MANIPULATED MEMore Like This
and then SHOUTED AT ME
and now you came CRAWLING BACK to roleplay your SHITTY ASS IDEA OF A CHUCK
so now you have the guts to tell me that you want to keep ANONYMOUS.
the minute you replied to that thread, i knew who you were.
the minute you posted your art-in-progress, i knew who you were.
i remember every single damn thing about you, and i wish i didn’t, because i managed to convince myself that you’re a PIECE OF SHIT PERSON
GET OFF MY BLOG
gross, foolishi felt like i could trust you, ya know?More Like This
telling you my story of 2013 was a sign of trust
in other words: i have bared my stomach to you, like a fool
and i regret it completely
you never cared for me when i showed signs of depression
(i thought that’s what true friends do)
all you did was scoff and take it personally
“how dare you vent your feelings,” i could almost hear you say
and you did say it
not the exact words, but
you certainly rephrased it in a way that twisted the dagger in my chest to worsen the wound
why did i ever trust you anyway?
i was a fool
i still am a fool for continuously thinking of you
you’re nothing but a robot
a robot with no consideration for others
and you’re disgusting
you don’t deserve to be around me
no one does
but you’ve made number two on my list
get out of my face
deafi want to go deafMore Like This
i don't want to hear what they say to me, i don't want to hear what i say to them
as i type this, they can hear me typing, they can mock me, they can accuse me of complaining
i will risk losing the tranquility of music to stop hearing them
"you're mentally retarded"
"go kill yourself"
"no one cares"
"you don't matter"
"we can't bully you--we're your family. it doesn't count"
then what does count ?
does my life count once it's gone ?
i hope you learn a lesson when i hang from the ceiling