Stupid depressing poems I made, deal with the fact that u have an ASIAN with a knack for depressing poems ~ Mustang1

Ones love can not always be returned, for their affection lies in the heart of others.
Tis a shame that his charm and woe is used in vain for a many are under the influence of his rule.

Thyself is not amongst the young and easy.
Tis a shame of course that thy also needs to look upon the naive and keep them in line.

Thy eyes, bright and carrying a lust for others to be happy, hide a creature that must not be free.
Behind those hazel orbs of glee and recklessness, hides Thy person's real emotion.
Creations of dull woe and wispy of despair are seen in the eyes of the unexpected.
How people show emotions through literature and art, it shall remain a mystery to many.
But there are always those two things that will show the heavy feelings no matter what.
Those orbs of colors, the pupils revealing every emotion that you create.
The burdens of our lives, forcing us to watch the death and miseries of others.
Yet they are the treasures that we carry with us when alive or dead.
Those eyes.

What is this thing inside?
That heavy feeling in your heart that forces you to hack out words slurred in a moan.
That blunt emotion that creates a heaving chest and eyes wide in horror.
That force that makes you feel nothing, nothing but agonizing pain.
That creation of a scream mixed with a cry lodged inside your throat.
That burden of mystery of despair stuck in our brain, just wanting to burst out in pain.
That pain that not only forces a strained cry out of your mouth but forces forbidden tears to fall.
That misery which can be shown through the hazel orbs which can be blunt enough to kill.

That entire thing pretty much describes me...

*Sighs* this can explain so much players.... So much.... Most people who come here are people with problems and stress factors that are not worth living through, yet they still have to. People release the pain inside by cutting, hurting themselves somewhat or show it through social activities, in hopes of having someone notice it and stop it. For me, I release the pain through poems. Don't know how it works, but it does...

That's good. It really is. Cutting is the worst way...

Two of me friends cut ;-; they say it feels good.....

... Because blood running down your wrist and nearly killing yourself feels good. *Sighs*

Not trying to insult your friends or anything. I'm just saying in general.

Nah it's fine, I just feel horrible that I can't stop the cutting ;-;