A New BeginningHe was left all alone,He was thrown off his thrown,Never felt ground before,Never cared about much,Now he's soft to the touch,He never talked to those below him,They never cared much for him,But on the same level,It felt like a sin,How short is this story,How long will this last,How quick will the storm come back from their past.He doesn't look so evil,They don't look so bad.His face was a mask before,He wore an expression so stern,But now he doesn't seem so threatening.
ArtMy pencil is broken,I ran out of paper,My mind isn't working right,I need to write or draw,I need to get the ideas on paper,Out of my head,I can't concentrate till i do.I write to keep sane,I draw to stay calm,Art is part of who i am,I need art so i can hold on.Don't you dare say it's pointless,It saves lives and brings joy,It's beautiful and wonderful and always perfect,All art has meaning.All art is important.
Glass and PaperBeing around is like handling fragile glass,If i get too close i get nervous,If i try and help you get off the ground i might drop you,If you shatter i'll panic,And cleaning up the pieces is so dangerous.Talking to you is like standing on the edge of a cliff,I can't be too careless,I'll fall and end it all.To you i'm like thin tracing paper,You're scared to be around me,Because you have to be gentle,I tear much too easy,And you can try and fix me,But i won't be perfect.
ItThe door slammed and it was dark and cold,The figure smiled but never spoke,Thoughts went rapidly through their head,Morbid questions like "Am i alive or dead?"Broken kites and shattered lights scattered in it's dreams,Completely unaware that it's reality was so horridly obscene,It had pleasant smile plastered to it's face,It had a smile the world could never replace.In it's heart it had questions most never had to deal with;"What am i?""Is this my true home?""What is my name?""Am i always this alone?"Judgement never found it so it never felt sad.It tried to feel emotions,But it only felt glad,Though it's questions were awful,They seemed normal to it.Only it isn't real,It stands only to hold,The questions and answers the world will never know.
Thanks AlotIt's so nice to see you care.It feels so great to know you're here.Forget that...It's like you never cared,It's like you were never there.You leave me all alone,It's only bad because you know,You know i'm depressed,But you really couldn't care less.
sick of meI'll go off somewhere else,When where i am turns to hell,I go to where my friends are and ask for help,Turns out they don't care either.I feel ignored by them too,I'm so foolish to expect them to care right now,I just got so used to it before,But now it's like they are all sick of me.