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IT'S ALIVE!!!!
Yeah, so I've had writer's block or something for a while. But I wrote the first half of this last night and just finished it. And I don't know if I'm going to keep being frustrated with writing or what....I don't really know what's wrong with me or why this happened, but anyway, here it is. It's not that good, and not that different from what I usually write. I liked where I was going in the beginning, but then since I finished it on a different day, I went somewhere else (mostly 'cause I wasn't entirely sure where I was going in the first place). 'Kay, well, here it is. And, now, I'm not doing a LiveJournal cut. Sorry if you get mad 'cause it takes up room on your friends list or whatever, but....give me a break, I haven't posted anything in like, a month, :P
The night is thick
with blackness and silence
Like it's in mourning.
The pain won't stop
and neither will the tears.
They never do.
There are stars, shining
if you take time
to look past the clouds.
Everybody talks about hope.
But I have yet
to experience a postive affet from it.
I'm so cold, and so alone, and so afraid
and there's nothing I can do about it.
And there isn't anyone to save me.
I'm afraid of the dark,
but this is so much worse
Mostly because I don't even know what it is.
The night is thick and the pain won't stop,
and the stars are obscurely shining
even though hope just makes everything worse.
There's nothing I can do
but let the tears fall
and let my heart bleed.
I know it isn't very good, but you don't know how good it feels to write something after so long of not being able to. I also need a title....feel free to leave comments, yo. Criticism or praise, so long as you're not a jerk about it, :P
The night is thick
with blackness and silence
Like it's in mourning.
The pain won't stop
and neither will the tears.
They never do.
There are stars, shining
if you take time
to look past the clouds.
Everybody talks about hope.
But I have yet
to experience a postive affet from it.
I'm so cold, and so alone, and so afraid
and there's nothing I can do about it.
And there isn't anyone to save me.
I'm afraid of the dark,
but this is so much worse
Mostly because I don't even know what it is.
The night is thick and the pain won't stop,
and the stars are obscurely shining
even though hope just makes everything worse.
There's nothing I can do
but let the tears fall
and let my heart bleed.
I know it isn't very good, but you don't know how good it feels to write something after so long of not being able to. I also need a title....feel free to leave comments, yo. Criticism or praise, so long as you're not a jerk about it, :P