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Life spoke to the void.
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet they still do so love me."
Intellect said to the void:
"I lead them further toward salvation. Yet I also lead them toward destruction."
Madness asked the void:
"Why are those blessed by me the only ones to see the truth?"
Sanity asked the void:
"Why am I both the lense to see and the fog obscuring?"
Sleep said the the void:
"I am necessary to them. Yet they do not know when I am with them."
Pain spoke to the void.
"I am both the warning and the danger. Yet I am loved by some more than life."
The void spoke to them all.
"Life, you are a beautiful lie."
"Death, you are a painful truth."
"Joy, you are the fleeting escape."
"Hope, you are what gives them reason."
"War, you are what gives them meaning."
"Peace, you are never to be found."
"Innocence, you are what gives memories meaning."
"Strife, you are the catalyst."
"Intellect, you are an illusion."
"Madness, you are a warrior's last stand."
"Sanity, you are an accepted hypocrisy."
"Sleep, you are the glimpse of reality."
"Pain, you are the lightning rod in the maelstrom."
"And what are you?" They asked the void.
The void replied.
"I am you"
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet they still do so love me."
Intellect said to the void:
"I lead them further toward salvation. Yet I also lead them toward destruction."
Madness asked the void:
"Why are those blessed by me the only ones to see the truth?"
Sanity asked the void:
"Why am I both the lense to see and the fog obscuring?"
Sleep said the the void:
"I am necessary to them. Yet they do not know when I am with them."
Pain spoke to the void.
"I am both the warning and the danger. Yet I am loved by some more than life."
The void spoke to them all.
"Life, you are a beautiful lie."
"Death, you are a painful truth."
"Joy, you are the fleeting escape."
"Hope, you are what gives them reason."
"War, you are what gives them meaning."
"Peace, you are never to be found."
"Innocence, you are what gives memories meaning."
"Strife, you are the catalyst."
"Intellect, you are an illusion."
"Madness, you are a warrior's last stand."
"Sanity, you are an accepted hypocrisy."
"Sleep, you are the glimpse of reality."
"Pain, you are the lightning rod in the maelstrom."
"And what are you?" They asked the void.
The void replied.
"I am you"
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Depression is an Option
Depression is a choice, my dear,
And happiness the same
You choose this illness, don’t you?
What a tragic little game.
Depression is an option, love
Just get up out of bed
Take your tears and worries
And just smile now instead.
Depression is a choice, you see,
And so is suicide.
Just sit back, kick your feet up, dear
Enjoy this perfect ride.
Get over your own standards
Of what everyone should be.
Just smile for once, and maybe
You’ll be living perfectly.
...
But...
Depression is an illness
That we feel so deep within.
Why would anybody choose
To write poetry on their skin?
Unless there lies a reason, dear,
I would not choo
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The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be
She speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
apologises
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
by ignoring
her beautiful words
and telling her to
shut up,
keep it down,
nobody cares.
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
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Depression Isn't Real
Depression isn’t true, my dear
Depression isn’t real.
It’s just a silly tragedy
You’ve forced yourself to feel.
Anxiety is fake, my friend
You wonder why it’s there.
But others have it worse than you!
Stop forming false despair.
Cutting is dramatic, love,
It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.
Why not just get over it?
Is the attention fun?
Suicide is stupid, dear,
And selfish, if I may.
Get over yourself, darling,
Can you hear these things I say?
Why aren’t you replying, love?
Oh, where could you have gone?
I never meant to hurt you, love,
Did I say something wrong?
Why aren’t you replying, dear
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The darkness lurks within us all. But what we perceive to be darkness is always different.
無 名 響 Nameless echo
無 名 響 Nameless echo
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This is actually really well written