I don't know what to name this. by BlackShoebox, literature
Literature
I don't know what to name this.
It all started when I was just 14.
Everything was alright, or that's what it seemed.
But mom started slipping.
So I started dipping.
Drugs were my only escape.
While I was running away from my fate.
Now I'm living with her gone.
But fuck, it feels so wrong.
Now I'm trying to fill the hole in my heart.
With meaningful shit like music and art.
But none of it seems to work.
Except this one girl with all her quirks.
She made me forget it all.
But I was so afraid to fall.
I couldn't believe the height.
But it just felt so right.
I couldn't take it anymore.
She was the one I was looking for.
Hello new friend, my name is Fred
the words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been... very naughty.
The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
Is of my dear aunt Muriel,
and just how I've been... naughty.
Voila the farm. My aunt lives here,
with precious pup, and husband dear.
My heart beats fast as I drew near,
I feel so nice... and naughty.
I thought just how excited they,
must be that I would come today,
they'd shout "come Fred! huzzah! hooray!
Dear boy you look so... naughty."
That's when my tired eyes beheld,
a doggy dog, like dog, he smelled,
D-O-G, is what he spelled,
Acceptable Relationships by The-Black-Wolf-Angel, literature
Literature
Acceptable Relationships
When a girl's parents treat her boyfriend wrong
they're told off and corrected, and the problem is gone.
But when a girl's parents treat her girlfriend with hate
it's suddenly okay, because they chose their fate.
They chose to be hated by many a 'people
to be sneered at and tormented
for their love labeled evil.
It's okay to harass them until they break down
mock them and threaten
until in hate they are drowned.
If a couple is treated with sympathy
they must be a boy and a girl, respectively
because if it's girl and girl, or the other way
then for their love, they have to pay.
Anyone who loves of the same gender
made their own
My love - the one I hold
Close to my heart
And keep in my mind.
She is the one I will never
leave, The one I will never
deceive, For our love is an
unbreakable bond that we
share, and will share for
the rest of our lives...
Until death do us part...
I will say "I do."
I lost everything in two weeks. Funny that it doesn't take much time to destroy what took you years to create. I'm honestly tired of risking everything to get ahead, just to get knocked farther back. I don't talk to anyone much anymore. It's harder than it used to be. If I hadn't lost my job I'd be looking for professional help, but ironically losing everything entailed access to psychological and physical help. At least I'm finally sleeping again, even though I now sleep for about 18 hours a day. Still can't seem to force myself to eat without getting sick, though.
Things for once are seeming to get a bit better. I'm with someone that returns the love I give her. I have a half way decent job. Moved out of West Valley. I only miss my siblings. Other than that it's actually been a good year. (Since February at least)
I'm not even sure myself. Mainly sitting and enjoying my depression and anxiety like any good emo kid would. Leaving the house at this point just causes more anxiety than it's worth. Drawing and writing has also slowed with the progression of sadness. So I apologize for my lack of activity, I'm just trying to stay alive anymore.