Morrigan,
Give me the courage to hold the weapon
the clear senses that I am not home
And the courage to not give up
To return to the people waiting for me
Open my eyes, letting me see
I am the drop of ink on white paper
The hope that I never gave up on
Help me march back to my home
You bit into the piece of muscle, blood pouring. Tearing the other pieces, and throwing it to the pigs. My mouth was sewn shut, you turned me into a mute
Taking half of my life away...For many years I built a cage with rusting nails. You were running free in this so called "peaceful world"
You are worth nothing than those pigs you fed: a starving soul, helpless. Looking into your eyes, I see nothing.
I picked up the pieces, sewing the flesh together. My heart oozed out chunks of blood. Still bound by my own chains, but you were nowhere near Free
You lied there trapped and hidden, yet the whole world knowing who you really are. While I stayed in my own net, walking down a path.
A path leading to somewhere. Maybe the sun breathed in this other place. Maybe I didn't walked in my own blood in this other dream...
What's holding them back from being who they are
They claim that not much has changed over the past few years
Or since most of their friends have passed away
Only recently they have realized, almost unrecognizable
Where are you? The one who was there for everyone,
Spoke first when things were too quiet
Made friends with as much people as possible
Going in circles, wondering what they're doing wrong
In all honesty I see them as a coward, someone who's lost
No goal ahead of them
Living off of the terror that they give themselves
Self harm is not always a physical thing you can see or feel
Sometimes it's invisible, or at least without scars
Becomes physically visible when it has taken a toll on them
You see it, they see it, but the door is closed
They continue to not change
The end of the tunnel does not look too pretty
Only cracked bones sticking out of the dirt are visible
TRIGGER WARNING
(bolded words are most common)
subjects on this blog may include: gore, drug use, rape, sexual abuse, suicide, self harm, mental illness, violence.
A lot of the stuff written here are stuff I have experienced/witnessed that are used in a fictional setting
Some are just written stuff I came up with (fictional)
I am not obligated to explain anything I write here unless I want to
