|I would like to request criticism on this one.|
My voice.My mind, sometimes, is like a book,My voice. by Blight215
With pages, still blank, torn out, or filled,
And in this mess are my emotions, lost or hidden, still.
You’re the one who can read, all this,
And help me find the words,
To express my, honest love, to you.
For you are my voice, and have my heart..
In this life, and the next.
Writing in progress.I wonder what could've happened if we knew,Writing in progress. by Blight215
If the both of us knew..
I thought you hated me,
For an unknown reason,
You went away,
And left me, dying slowly on the floor.
You were sure I hated you,
Because when you left,
In a mistake,
Trying to understand yourself,
Whilst continuing the same path,
I felt betrayed and went berserk.
Mayhaps our hearts wouldn't have been broken,
Mayhaps we should still, openly, be,
Mayhaps I'd be able to hold, and kiss you,
Mayhaps you' still do the same.
“For death begins with life's first breath, And life begins at touch of death”|
I am Blight215, I am not like most people.
I'm quiet and observing yet I can never be silent, for I have Tourette Syndrome.
If you don't have respect for me, and my disability, you can just leave, for I won't show respect for you either.
I like philosophy, arts and science.
I like folkmetal, metalcore, epic score/ film music and cheezy 80's music.
If you want to know something, simply ask me.
Enjoy your time on my page, leave comment, and if you think it's worth watching me, then do so as well!