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lost betweenOn dark, moonlit nights,lost between by Blight215
Underneath starry skies,
I lie awake, not able to sleep,
For I miss the soothing embrace,
Of a loving, truthworthy, heart.
Between truth and reality,
And hope and wish,
Of an unconscious mind,
Trying to grasp a feeling,
Thought to be lost.
LIving on, at least I tried,
And I wish for that one dream,
I just can't seem to forget.
In bright, sunlit skies,
A heaven, clear or clouded,
Deep down, below,
On dustcovered trajects and roads,
I stumble about,
Not knowing from whence I came,
Or where to go.
Lost between realms of sadness,
This world, I create, is merely my own,
In which an old wish lives on.
I am..Who am I?I am.. by Blight215
I am the one, crying himself to sleep,
And no one knows,
No one sees,
No one hears,
No one feels..
I am the one, who trusts too much,
And is loved too little.
And no one knew,
No one saw,
No one heard,
No one felt..
Yet I did.
When I saw her.
Believe you me.If only, I could see what you see,Believe you me. by Blight215
Feel what you feel,
Know what you know,
I'd be able to believe.
I'd show you my world,
Make you see,
Feel and know,
So that you can believe what I believe.
eternal endToday I remember even less of the perfect New Year's eve.. ah well, the less I remember, the better for me, myself.eternal end by Blight215
I know I must've done some incredibly stupid things that night.
I do believe that throughout said night I changed some things around, forgave certain people, their deeds in the past, learned that my end is far beyond right now.
This year I shall take some steps into the world, and find my own spot.
My own place, my own life.
Some might say that due to my disorders,
I have received the keys to a world of wonder and creativity,
Beyond your wildest dreams,
Yet I find myself to be more content, walking outside these walls,
I'm more inclined to be found inside mansions filled with trees,
In cobweb corners of ancient dust-covered streets.
I'm different than what you are,
Embracing what I truly am,
Forged to think else-wise,
To see what really is,
Unlike this make-believe!
People may have used me,
Severely abused me,
And I know,
This might not be the right way,
But it's my way.