Read this now, because it might be gone by later
I’m running out of time.
The days grow darker,
But no one is asking me how I’m doing!
My closest friend, is the one person who can’t see through my smile-
It’s not about you!
What is with you and making it all about yourself!?
You all have your own problems,
AND YOU DON’T NEED MINE!
I write all the time,
But I never post how I feel,
So hear me out this time,
I am Voidkin,
AND I AM NOT FINE!!!!
Dear Rebellious Teens
First of all, I am writing this not out of anger, but simply to try to give some struggling teens a better view of their parents, and to help their relationships to grow and prosper. This is also for the teens that have good parents who care about them. This is not for teens whose parents have left them, or abuse them.
Let's get started.
I know some of you think that your parents are idiots.
Maybe they are, I wouldn’t know, but respect them anyway.
When you are older, you will understand them better.
Listen up cause this is important.
Maybe you have never thought about it from this perspective,
but your parents used to be cool! You know who’s fault it is that they aren’t anymore?
Cause all of the sudden, dad has a baby to feed. There’s no time to go looking up the latest slang phrases. He has to put some food on the table so you can survive! All of the sudden your mom forgets her future; she gives it all up in one day, so that she could plan yours.
Still think you’d be better without them? Then tell me why all the runaways either come back home, or turn out to be miserable people.
Still think you’d be better without them?
Then go to an orphanage and see if the kids there look happy. See if the kids there are content. See if the kids there feel like they have a home.
One day you are probably going to look at your mom for the last time, but she won’t be looking back this time. She won’t be playing in the dirt with you like she used to.
This time she’s staying there, and you can say anything you want to say, but she won’t be talking back this time. Congratulations, you’re free now, you’re out on your own. You can do whatever you want. You win, so why don’t you feel like you won?
She sat behind a scribbled cardboard sign,
chin in her hands,
eyes reflecting the cloudy sky,
watching the passersby,
wondering why no one stopped to talk to her.
Couldn’t they read the sign?
She looked down at the letters,
tall and a bit jiggled, here and there,
She tried writing them out again,
on the other side,
holding her hand very carefully steady,
her marker following her movements.
She turned the sign around.
Still, no one stopped.
Some smiled at her,
A few threw her coins without hardly looking,
but most just walked by,
stressed thoughts buzzing around behind their eyes,
colouring their steps.
She sighed and looked down at her sign,
She knew everyone was looking for what she offered,
but perhaps they were too shy to ask.
Or maybe they just didn’t trust her.
She wasn’t the most qualified for the job,
she was the first to admit it.
She picked up the sign and wandered off.
It started to rain,
and under her arm,
the letters smudged:
TiPs on bEing HumAn
A dagger at her
She doesn’t care about
She just wants
You away from her
You disgust her
You prey on those
weaker than you with
“A sneer of cold command”
And yet think you can
get away with it
You’re the one holding the gun
While she’s on the ground
But you’re playing
This game as
the goddamn victim
Trying to pull
Her apart some more
Your claws extending
Even as she tried to flee
Placing stones to
So she’ll fall down
She won’t let you get
Your hands on her
Or on anyone else.
Can’t you see? How
she’s scrub desperately at
the blood stains
and clawing at
Because they remind her
of you and your
You’re nothing but stone.
Maybe she’s just too
Young and naive
She was in the wrong
And not you
You’re so toxic
And your broken heart
Is no excuse
For hurting someone
Or breaking another
(Who’s already been
broken too many times).
I’ll take that dagger
The sliver of a silver string
that’s holding you to her
And let you crumble
So that “Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away”
There’s no more
And one thing’s for sure,
You aren’t a king.
Never will be.
*A/O this poem is dedicated to a friend, TeaRise and TeddyBear9979
stay safe, stay strong.
HAPPY OCTOBER :)
I'll come back soon >_<
love y'all so much <3
**quoted portions are from the poem"Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley & Horace Smith
Hey Ozy? The only thank you I'll give you is for this poem.