Innocence lost
I wonder within my forbidden forest
struggling against the dark with ease
the sounds of my footspots crunch the gravel beneath me
and the echo of breathing through the trees
I finally succumb to the despair and sigh
I wonder when I'll ever be alright
I stare at my hands, tear-stained faces in my mind
So much hardship they had to suffer
and i was the burden that added to mistrust
blank and unreserved were my expressions
tear-stained and blood-stained was my face and hands
forgiven and forgotten i was not,
but a child of burden,
a child of naught.
Damn. The worst has finally happened. My parents are getting divorced. Or getting their marrige annulled, but as far as I'm concerned, it means the bloody same. But they're not jumping the gun...yet. Not just yet. Mum's giving dad a chance to redeem himself, and vice-versa. I've grown tired to crying myself late at night, so i could not cry. Literally, could not cry for my parents. I was mad at dad, but after hearing his side of the story, mum was decidely the bad guy. But they sat down and talked it out, and came to a bloody conclusion.; get annulled. I really don't know how to react, so i keep my face blank and emotionless, which my mother took as absorbing the shock. I can't really cry anymore, if i do my eyes would probably puff up so much they'll look like a fish's.Anyway,to end this entry on a brighter note, I've finally posted the first chapter of In the den of the Dragon. I've only gotten one review so far, but I won't let that pull me down. Reading a HPDM fic makes me gigly..happy. But not genuinely happy..sigh.And so says the child of naught.
"He who laughs last, thinks slowest"
I wonder within my forbidden forest
struggling against the dark with ease
the sounds of my footspots crunch the gravel beneath me
and the echo of breathing through the trees
I finally succumb to the despair and sigh
I wonder when I'll ever be alright
I stare at my hands, tear-stained faces in my mind
So much hardship they had to suffer
and i was the burden that added to mistrust
blank and unreserved were my expressions
tear-stained and blood-stained was my face and hands
forgiven and forgotten i was not,
but a child of burden,
a child of naught.
Damn. The worst has finally happened. My parents are getting divorced. Or getting their marrige annulled, but as far as I'm concerned, it means the bloody same. But they're not jumping the gun...yet. Not just yet. Mum's giving dad a chance to redeem himself, and vice-versa. I've grown tired to crying myself late at night, so i could not cry. Literally, could not cry for my parents. I was mad at dad, but after hearing his side of the story, mum was decidely the bad guy. But they sat down and talked it out, and came to a bloody conclusion.; get annulled. I really don't know how to react, so i keep my face blank and emotionless, which my mother took as absorbing the shock. I can't really cry anymore, if i do my eyes would probably puff up so much they'll look like a fish's.Anyway,to end this entry on a brighter note, I've finally posted the first chapter of In the den of the Dragon. I've only gotten one review so far, but I won't let that pull me down. Reading a HPDM fic makes me gigly..happy. But not genuinely happy..sigh.And so says the child of naught.
"He who laughs last, thinks slowest"
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