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-

Stupid girl.

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!!!!

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?

YOURS!

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?

You came into my life,

asking for nothing,

yet wanting something.

You would smile, laugh,

gently touch my being,

and I felt myself enthralled.

You took me places

I love.

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,

but legible,

no?

She tried writing them out again,

on the other side,

slower,

holding her hand very carefully steady,

her marker following her movements.

There.

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,

eyes down,

shoulders hunched,

stressed thoughts buzzing around behind their eyes,

colouring their steps.

She sighed and looked down at her sign,

once more.

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

2 cEnTs

Ephemeral mist

illusory kiss

shadowy figure

uknown, yet missed

ragged edges

like broken glass

glove-like fit

complete, at last

shimmering flame

brighter

than the sun

awakened

as two

become

one.

Hidden in the shadows,

the girl in the black hoodie

silently hides away from the chaos,

the crowd and buzz of the city.

Upon the rooftops,

above the skyline,

while the raindrops

fall from cloud nine.

bloodstained fangs

a dagger was held in his hands

fingers clutching the handle tightly

lifeless glassy eyes staring up

hauntingly

an act of eternal revenge

tongue twisted in a silent scream

cuts and bruises made poppies

pale in comparison

the blade held above his head

let the ice mix with her blood.

You throw

A dagger at her

She doesn’t care about

the pain

She just wants

You away from her

You disgust her

You prey on those

weaker than you with

“A sneer of cold command”

A coward

And yet think you can

get away with it

You’re the one holding the gun

While she’s on the ground

Leaking blood

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

Trip her

So she’ll fall down

She won’t let you get

Your hands on her

Or on anyone else.

Not anymore.

Can’t you see? How

she’s scrub desperately at

the blood stains

and clawing at

the scars

Because they remind her

of you and your

disgusting ways

Where’s your

conscience?

You’re nothing but stone.

Maybe she’s just too

Young and naive

To wish

She was in the wrong

And not you

You’re so toxic

like cyanide

And arsenic

And your broken heart

Is no excuse

For hurting someone

Or breaking another

(Who’s already been

broken too many times).

So now

I’ll take that dagger

And cut

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

guiltiness

No more

Sympathy

And one thing’s for sure,

You aren’t a king.

Never was.

Never will be.

1/10/2020

*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.