Hello! I lost the game! Pronouns: She/her (am cool with they) đ§Ąđđ€đ©·â€ïž đ€đ©¶đ€đ đ€đ©·â€ïžđâ€ïžđ©·đ€ FREE đ”đž
Hello! I lost the game! Pronouns: She/her (am cool with they) đ§Ąđđ€đ©·â€ïž đ€đ©¶đ€đ đ€đ©·â€ïžđâ€ïžđ©·đ€ FREE đ”đž
âIâm proud of youâ hurts more than your silence.
Your smiles weave lies together like second nature. And if I said a word, your screams would echo down the hallways..
The hall where your gaze is sharper than knives.
And you watch my every move like you watch youâre phone scroll awayâŠ
Love is the lie that is keeping us alive.
A lie your smiles decorated with your emboidery that I painted with the paint that uncovered the truthâŠ
the truth which we both canât survive with.
so we lie
while smiles cross our faces,
we lie and lie and lie and lie and lie.
What are the odds that a star explodes tonight? What are the odds of the light going dark? What are the odds of us being happy for once?
If only our street wasnât on fire. Or our sky flooded with broken dreams. And maybe if our sunsets were choking for airâŠ
grasping for their final breaths of oxygen as they cry out âIâm sor-â
If only I wasnât afraid. Afraid of exploding a star so wonderful. Afraid of disappointing the people who say they care the most.
What are the odds theres peace?
What are the odds⊠what are the odds.. what are the- odds.
If only I knew what I was doing. If only the window wasnât burning.
If onlyâŠ
Your forest brown eyes. dazzling in sunlight.
Golden strings, weaving your thoughts together into a masterpiece of pure magic.
âItâs not goodâ âIt looks awefulâ You Idiot, shut up. it looks amazing. Like you.
Your golden glow of a smile shines in every room you pass by.
Your infectious laughter Makes me smile at the thought of it. Then youâll call my awkward grin cute and I canât breathe.
Your voice sends a million golden butterflies Each more magical than the one before.
You tell yourself The things you create arenât enough. But God, They are paintings of pure magic. They are words with power seeping through their ink. They are designs that are more creative than the last. Heck, youâve built towns with beautiful magic flowing down their streets.
You, You idiot. And pure magic.
itâs just a game _itâs just a game _ _calm down _ _your overreacting _ _overreacting _ __ #########################
we played board games when we were little. they warned us of capitalism. we didnât hear their words for we were too busy c̶h̶e̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ winning
_itâs just a game _ itâs just a game
if you said a slur in a video game would it matter? would it matter if no one heard the words you say? would people be hurt? or would they be âoverreactingâ
if someone dropped your stanley or the newest trending lipgloss down the stairs you wouldnât even feel a fraction of the pain you cause.
you could never do fractions either. you cheated on every math quiz you took.
_itâs just a game _ itâs just a game
you want to know what else is a game? The Hunger Games. which was also a warning.
and you all didnât listen. because you were too busy in your rich little lives.
look outside. theyâre on fire they canât breathe.
donât you dare. look them in the eyes. and say theyâre fine or that itâs not your problem.
_your helping the flames by ignoring them. _ the house is on fire and you walked away. it has all burned away⊠_now what? _
but __ _afterall, _ _as you said. _ _youâre overreacting. _ itâs just a game. __ itâs just a game.
When all hope is lost, what do we rely on? Please. I need to know. I think we all need to know.
The world is on fire and we are holding the matches.
engulfed in flames the houses on the hill burning the dolls we used to play with their eyes melting in the heat.
walls of fire surronded the forest. lungs filling with smoke
Theyâre crying Theyâre crying Theyâre dying Theyâre dying
Canât you hear their screams at night?
You laugh and laugh but your smiles are built on their heads.
The world is on fire and we burned it all.
You didnât listen to the warnings.
In a forest of flames Let the Hunger Games beginâŠ
It all started as a dream. Itâs ok, itâs ok. She had whispered to herself. But it wasnât okay. Not anymore. It all started as a dream. A bright summer day at the beach under the sun. But then they crept in. Glass shattered on the cool hard ground. Concrete, sludge once again, sinking like a child drowning in the midnight sea. _Should have listened. Should have listened. _But that never happened. It all never happened. Itâs all in your head. She told herself as she would lie down in sticks and stones, digging into her skin as she closed her eyes. It all started as a dream. But it always ended like a nightmare. There were knifes in her back, foes she had once called friends and the sky would be as shards of glass at her eyes, eyes of glass, cracked. It never ends like a dream. Who needs happy days when you can be Depressed!! It started as nightmares. Then it was all becoming real. She woke up screaming and crying, drowning in her own tears as she walked to the bathroom to wash her face. ITS NOT REAL ITS NOT REAL she would tell herself, in hopes of gaining some sleep tonight. But when she opened the door to go back to her room the beach house was flooded. It was 12 in the morning, June 21, the summer solstice. The day the sun is brightest the whole year. IT WAS ALL BECOMING REAL, IT WAS ALL BECOMING REAL. The floor wasnât its comforting carpet of home, but New York City sidewalk concrete. Glass shards from the sky falling to the ground and scratching her face and her feet began to sink down into the sea of concrete, lower and lower into the darkness. IT WAS ALL BECOMING REAL, IT WAS ALL BECOMING REAL she thought as daggers pierced her back and she cried out in pain. People she called friends, now friends to the enemy. All was lost, and it was over. Her eyelids fluttered close and it all became black as she breathed her last breathe. **And then. She saw. It was all becoming real. **
TW: Cursing
It started with a smile. You played along to the games we played. Pretending to be playing go fish when you were playing something else.
Something⊠Sinister.
You planted the bombs like seeds under our feet.
we trusted you. you lied to our faces.
I may have been too stupid to not go with my gut. But I wonât let you hurt anyone else again.
Your first day, I told you, âWelcome, this place is mid at best.â You used religon as an exuse You pretended to be to use slurs and say: âI was gay for a month, itâs fineâ âIâm Muslim itâs fineâ âIâm South Asian, itâs fineâ âIâm this, itâs fineâ âIâm that, itâs fineâ Shut the fuck up. Donât use my country, My religion, My sexuality, and then say to my face âYou have interalized rasicm, homophobia, etc.â itâs not a fucking micro-aggression if you know what youâre saying
You called me a bitch when I asked you to stop yapping. âCan we focus on the English assignment?â I said. Your face HA PRICELESS! AND THEN! You nodded you head to my ideas, Raising you hand like their your own, But- Iâm sorry, I canât- Iâm laughing too much. You didnât give the full idea, copying and pasting copying and pasting acting like the orginial But, bitch, your just a copy.
You knew me as the weird, childish, fool. Bitch, I am. Thank you. But Iâm also the wrong bitch you messed with. You are a sickness a disease.
Planting your rumors like bombs. spreading your plauge to everyone here.
It started with a smile. Copied from the last school you made shitty.
Warning: cursing
âHappy Birthdayâ they sing as you awkwardly stare at your cake.
âHappy Birthdayâ they text after not talking for a year.
âHappy Birthdayâ they whisper to you at midnight when they really mean it.
We spend our days looking towards this one day for better or for worse we stare off into itâs sky
and see the clarity of sunsets and night skys.
we never saw those before. We only saw the happy sunny days and bright green grass.
âHappy birthday to youâ
but thatâs the only day they wish you were happy. thats the only day they try.
âHappy fucking birthday to me...â
we whisper to ourselves as we sob in solitude.
âHappyâŠâ
Whatâs it like to have a happy birthday afterall?
TW: **cursing **
I wish I could have seen it earlier The signs were so clear from the start The cursing, The slurs, The talking right behind their back, The not listening, I could go on and onâŠ
You, You Are Poison
Itâs not a âmicro-aggression,â if you know what exactly your saying
Itâs not âinternalized homophobia or racismâ if I never said a single fucking thing about my identity
Donât you dare pretend your gay when you call the queers things I wonât dare type Donât you dare call us queers stupid Or pretend we donât exist Or that our existence is a joke And then Fucking show up to our party Celebrating that weâre still alive And eat our food and leave I donât say this often But Fuck You, You who is poison.
Donât say your Muslim When you use it as an excuse to not give a present to someone who called you a friend Or laugh during a prayer Or say âOh uh đ oh I just canât wait for my snAtChEd waisT at the end of Ramadanâ Or deny that people who are less or more religious than you are wrong. What the actual fuck is all I can say
Donât talk about being South Asian Only to skip going outside. Playing games on your computer, Bullying anyone around you
You say I belong in hell That Iâm a bitch who doesnât deserve friends Hun, welcome đ€ to hell, isnât that what I told you the first day?
Who cares if Iâm a âbitchâ to you or whatever shit
Have you heard what comes out of your mouth? âCause all it is Is Poison, Poison Is What You Are.
It was stupid. I know it was. is?
190, your shocked at yourself but you slipped on paint you didnât clean off your floor
300-somthing and 3 days gone because someone else put your picture in a frame instead of the painting that took almost a whole year.
and now 908 and you were almost there, but it became too much and overpowered you.
It didnât mater.
When you never showed it didnât matter. Who cares that Iâm always waiting an extra hour for you to come.
I never was hopeful, I donât know what your talking about.
It didnât matter It didnât matter
I t d i d n â t m a t t e r
I t d i d n â t m a t t e r
I didnât matter did I?
