Inspired by the song, "Room of Angels" by Akira Yamaoka on the Silent холм, хилл 4 soundtrack. ;)
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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.
These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.
"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.
But it was over now. She was gone forever.
I was allowed to her funeral, but they came with. The people that took me away. They keep me in a room. They say there's something wrong with me.
Because I did it.
I killed my mother. It was easy, really, because I hate her. I sat in the chair, while everyone went up and сказал(-а) their goodbye's to my mother, as she laid motionless in the casket at the front of the room. Their faces were soaked with tears. They didn't know her. Even my grandmother. She had no idea what monster she had raised.
Finally, it was my turn to go and see her. The two men that had brought me here walked carefully behind me, arms out to stop me if I "tried anything funny." I went up to the casket, and just stared. She laid there, sleeping eternally. I cocked my head slightly. This is freedom. I was free from her hateful, venom-filled words, her brutal punishments...
I heard the weeping behind me. I wondered what they were thinking of that could make them cry like this. It couldn't be this. This... This should be a celebration... In my opinion. They obviously did not know the same person I did. My eyes were dry, drooped slightly from boredom.
I turned my full focus back to my mother. She's dead. That was for sure. The man that had дана a speech a while назад had сказал(-а) something about heaven. I almost wanted to laugh. That was the last place I'd suspect she'd go.
"Goodbye," I сказал(-а) nonchalantly. Then I made my way back to my seat, my feet dangling off the edge of the soft chair. I leaned back and sighed. Would this be over yet?
There were hateful glances thrown in my direction. They hated me for this. I didn't care. I did myself a favor. I was free once at last. Now that I think about it, I did her a favor as well. She was also free from me. They despised me for killing her. There was no Вопрос about it. I was sick of questions. They'd asked me so many, none of which I answered. I was too busy wallowing in relief.
"How could Ты do it?" they asked. "How could you, a nine год old girl, kill her mother?"
I shrugged, and smiled.
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Sorry, this sucks. XP This song is still stuck in my head, and it gave me a short story idea. :P
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Worthless. Useless. Despicable. Wretched.
These are the words my mother used to describe me. Each word was like a dagger through me. But I was thankful. She might've come up with that soon enough.
"There's nothing like a mother's love," they say. I wouldn't know. If it included fear, pain, hate, and resentment, then yes. There's nothing like it. Not in the the entire world. But I think they meant it was wonderful. Not terrible.
But it was over now. She was gone forever.
I was allowed to her funeral, but they came with. The people that took me away. They keep me in a room. They say there's something wrong with me.
Because I did it.
I killed my mother. It was easy, really, because I hate her. I sat in the chair, while everyone went up and сказал(-а) their goodbye's to my mother, as she laid motionless in the casket at the front of the room. Their faces were soaked with tears. They didn't know her. Even my grandmother. She had no idea what monster she had raised.
Finally, it was my turn to go and see her. The two men that had brought me here walked carefully behind me, arms out to stop me if I "tried anything funny." I went up to the casket, and just stared. She laid there, sleeping eternally. I cocked my head slightly. This is freedom. I was free from her hateful, venom-filled words, her brutal punishments...
I heard the weeping behind me. I wondered what they were thinking of that could make them cry like this. It couldn't be this. This... This should be a celebration... In my opinion. They obviously did not know the same person I did. My eyes were dry, drooped slightly from boredom.
I turned my full focus back to my mother. She's dead. That was for sure. The man that had дана a speech a while назад had сказал(-а) something about heaven. I almost wanted to laugh. That was the last place I'd suspect she'd go.
"Goodbye," I сказал(-а) nonchalantly. Then I made my way back to my seat, my feet dangling off the edge of the soft chair. I leaned back and sighed. Would this be over yet?
There were hateful glances thrown in my direction. They hated me for this. I didn't care. I did myself a favor. I was free once at last. Now that I think about it, I did her a favor as well. She was also free from me. They despised me for killing her. There was no Вопрос about it. I was sick of questions. They'd asked me so many, none of which I answered. I was too busy wallowing in relief.
"How could Ты do it?" they asked. "How could you, a nine год old girl, kill her mother?"
I shrugged, and smiled.
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Sorry, this sucks. XP This song is still stuck in my head, and it gave me a short story idea. :P
What i want to do is to create something that speaks to kids или teens just like the Дисней Фильмы and comicbooks did to me as a kid and thats why i´m trying to write a book and i´m going to try and get that published.
I really admire people who succed with Письмо a book,drawing comics или anything like that and i really hope that i can be one of them some day.
Normally, this style just isn't me, but I feel like I needed to release all of my wrath, turning it into sadness, eventually.
So, I'm not an Эмо poem writer, but I just wanted to Опубликовать this piece I literally just wrote.
I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.
I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.
I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.
I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.
I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.
I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
So, I'm not an Эмо poem writer, but I just wanted to Опубликовать this piece I literally just wrote.
I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.
I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.
I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.
I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.
I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.
I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
Shaun
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil юбка and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable Любовь as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil юбка and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable Любовь as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
Ты couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all Ты want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
Ты wish Ты could help them,
through the pain,
but Ты can't,
Ты can only watch,
from the sky.
Ты can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
Ты put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
Ты may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one еще thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring Ты happiness and peace.
ask for anything more.
Now all Ты want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
Ты wish Ты could help them,
through the pain,
but Ты can't,
Ты can only watch,
from the sky.
Ты can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
Ты put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
Ты may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one еще thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring Ты happiness and peace.
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
I Любовь writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason Ты might think is strange.
Письмо
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use Письмо to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I Любовь writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason Ты might think is strange.
Письмо
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use Письмо to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I Любовь writing.