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How do I learn to deal
With things I've never experienced?
What if they're scary?
Can I curl up in my corner?
Can I block out these strange sensations?
But...
What if these new things are fun?
No. They won't be.
They never are.
Am I happy now, with things the way they are?
I don't know.
Am I sad at all?
I don't know.
How about angry?
I don't know.
Am I anything at all?
Yes.
Scared. Nervous.
There's nothing here to help me
The line that let me hide away is gone
What do I do?
If I curl up in my corner, could I...
...disappear?
Hide away from the world
And everything that makes me uneasy?
Will I be forced to handle something I can't deal with?
Like before?
Like always?
I don't know.
So many questions
Not one answer.
Why am I who-and what- I am?
I don't want to be something
That hurts others anymore
I don't want to be anything
I don't want to see the world
So bright and overwhelming and scary
I don't want to acknowledge these questions
I can't answer them; I shouldn't have to!
I'm so scared of all of this...
It's getting so hard to hide from it all
I feel like my head will explode!
I don't think I could deal with a mothers' love
All I've ever known is a mothers' indifference
But maybe...
The line is gone.
Can I smile now?
NO!
I'll only get hurt
I'll only get others hurt
How about a laugh?
What is there to laugh about?
Nothing.
Nothing in this scary world.
The closest things to me
Are what pushed me inot my circle, this nothing of sand
A desert where all I can do
Is draw a line in the sand
And hope the monsters
Or worse
Don't get me
And maybe
If I close my eyes,
Curl up into a tiny, tiny little ball,
And wish really, really hard
Maybe, just maybe,
I can finally disappear
And be nothing.
With things I've never experienced?
What if they're scary?
Can I curl up in my corner?
Can I block out these strange sensations?
But...
What if these new things are fun?
No. They won't be.
They never are.
Am I happy now, with things the way they are?
I don't know.
Am I sad at all?
I don't know.
How about angry?
I don't know.
Am I anything at all?
Yes.
Scared. Nervous.
There's nothing here to help me
The line that let me hide away is gone
What do I do?
If I curl up in my corner, could I...
...disappear?
Hide away from the world
And everything that makes me uneasy?
Will I be forced to handle something I can't deal with?
Like before?
Like always?
I don't know.
So many questions
Not one answer.
Why am I who-and what- I am?
I don't want to be something
That hurts others anymore
I don't want to be anything
I don't want to see the world
So bright and overwhelming and scary
I don't want to acknowledge these questions
I can't answer them; I shouldn't have to!
I'm so scared of all of this...
It's getting so hard to hide from it all
I feel like my head will explode!
I don't think I could deal with a mothers' love
All I've ever known is a mothers' indifference
But maybe...
The line is gone.
Can I smile now?
NO!
I'll only get hurt
I'll only get others hurt
How about a laugh?
What is there to laugh about?
Nothing.
Nothing in this scary world.
The closest things to me
Are what pushed me inot my circle, this nothing of sand
A desert where all I can do
Is draw a line in the sand
And hope the monsters
Or worse
Don't get me
And maybe
If I close my eyes,
Curl up into a tiny, tiny little ball,
And wish really, really hard
Maybe, just maybe,
I can finally disappear
And be nothing.
Literature
Soul eater Poem
Madness creeps into my veins
I feel my eye twitch
And a smile spread across my face
And then the fear escapes
Literature
Crona's Poem
Death is imminent in all situations.
No matter the case, it'll come
Thus, why live on this planet
of pollution and horror?
A new terror to haunt our minds
appearing everyday.
Living insecure and lonely lives.
Corners being our only form of refuge.
Our rushing blood our only true friend.
Blood is the equivalent of death.
Death is the equivalent of blood.
Therefore, life is death.
Yet the horrors continue to grow.
New ones continue to come.
How are we to deal with this?
The right choice is impossible to make,
and inevitably, every choice is death.
Why not pass instead?
Pass everything.
Pass life!
Yes, that is the choic
Literature
Crona's life...
I have pink hair,
And I'm always depressed,
I don't care how I look,
So I never look my best.
I am so lonely,
I have not one friend,
Because people hate my mother,
And her I must defend.
She sends me into battles,
Where my life could easily be taken,
But she wouldn't even care,
If I were to never awaken.
She's trying to free Asura,
The evil Kishin man,
The unbeatable god of madness,
This was a really bad plan.
She put me in his lair,
I was to protect it with my life,
That's when I saw her,
Maka and her scythe.
She strode towards me,
A tender look in her eye,
She wouldn't stop progressing,
But I had no idea why.
She smi
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Okay, this is for my friend who loves Crona. I worked really hard, so all that read this and feel depressed afterwards...please post. This is what I think the poem Crona wrote is like...Well, a longer version of it, perhaps...
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i love your poem it brings music to my soul XD ((sorry i'm not going in the corner with them i'm half emo))