Note: I am writing this for my OC, Scythewing. NOT myself.
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Why am I always so alone?
I try so hard, and only drive
others from me. I try and
appear indifferent, but my
heart breaks, and bleeds.
I sit here, and wonder:
will there ever be someone
Wfor me? Or am I destined
for a solitary life?
I wrack my mind, trying
to think why I remain
alone, and only come up
with a question: Why?
There are plenty of things I wish I said;
plenty of things I wish I hadn't.
But that doesn't change the past,
all can do is learn from my mistakes.
I ought to learn that there are things that shouldn't be said.
And then there are things that need to be screamed.
From past mistakes and hurtful place;
from all the mean people and hateful words;
from the pain in my heart and scars on my soul.
I know now, what I should have said.
I should have said that i wasn't okay.
[because i wind up pushing everyone away
and f a l l i n g too deep to save myself.]
I should have said no to him,
[because all he did was cause me misery,
and
The Dream That Never Was by XxLonerEyesxX, literature
Literature
The Dream That Never Was
I will not be here long dear, but I have to know
Are your eyes always such a melancholy green?
All faded and weathered, drained and worn
You say you have troubles,
My dear boy,
Do you know?
You are not alone
As the rain cascades down your window
And the thunder shakes your splintered floorboards
I sing you a soft lullaby
Timidly, I touch your hair
Your face
Day-old stubble lightly grazes my fingertips
And I watch you breathe
I hear you sigh
You whisper that I am beautiful
And I almost believe you
You tell me you're so tired,
So exhausted that you could close your melancholy eyes
And sleep, sleep forever
Because wakefuln
The Truth About Wings by XxLonerEyesxX, literature
Literature
The Truth About Wings
The day you took my wings was the day I forgot how to fly
Silly, isn't it?
I forgot who I was
Just because of some stupid wings
But they weren't just wings
Every strand of cells that threaded into my backbone held my thoughts and my dreams
The day you gave me my wings was the day you called me your angel
Each person becomes somebody's angel at least once in their life
{It's a proven fact}
And in that instance, their spine starts to tingle
The bone constructs more bone, the muscle constructs more muscle
Pulling, stretching, forming
Until finally your newly assembled skeletal muscles and bones break through the skin
{Don't worry,