The fight was good, though it could not last
But none of that matters now, for it's in the past
Given up, beaten down.
All to turn around a frown.
Instead now, emotionless I'll be
As silent as dying wood, fallen from the tree
Clinging on doesn't help
Neither does your little yelp
Tired of hurting, of feeling their pain
All just so I could gain
A sense of belonging, of doing something worth being alive
But instead, I'm emotionless, empty as a changeling hive*
Nothing matters,not anymore
And here I'll be, forevermore
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Hey it's ya boi Cassia!
Now before anyone thinks I'm all depressed and crap, I'm not xD no I was talking to a friend of mine, and we discussed what giving in to depression would feel like.
So, she challenged me to make a poem on the subject, so tada!
(I'm to lazy to art right now xD)
*Changeling hive
After the season 6 finale of MLP FiM, all the changelings turned good and left the hive.
Anyways!
Until next time,
~©@$$/@
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
