Ethan is a poet, he loves to write about sadness. His family and friends were beginning to get worried thinking that he was depressed but the truth was that Ethan is depressed. He just expresses himself through poems.
nights, nights where i struggled to sleep.
whenever the clock strikes 3, i'm finished.
I have these thoughts that i don't want to keep up with all the time.
I always reflect on my life and all i see is a fucking disappointment.
i miss me, miss me.
i miss me, miss me.
someone save me from this shell that's caving my mind.
when will it end?
the nightmares, the fears, the tears, my demons that hides within me.
i'm dead, i'm dead but you're not listening to me.
Odio mi vida con una fuerte pasión, ¿por qué estoy luchando cuando podría estar volando?
so there i sit, hiding myself away. i'm finished, please save me.
HAJIMA, let me hear my heart on what it wants
HAJIMA forcing your pain on me, i'm suffering enough.
don't you see these tears falling?
I'm tired, i'm breaking.
HAJIMA tormenting me.
LET ME LIVE.
YOU WON'T WIN.
Back down because I am stronger than you.
You won't win this fight.
i'm finished.
I'm dying but no one acknowledges anything.
Always.
I felt the tears roll down as I had finished writing this poem. I just had to let go of everything, I sniffled as I felt someone touching my shoulder, I began to freak out but once i recognised the touch, I relaxed.
Simon wiped my tears as he didn't know what to say, he read my paper and there was tears falling from him also. I felt Simon's arm wrapped around my neck as he is whispered things in my ear quietly.
"You'll get through this. Keep writing your emotions out." Simon said as he pecked Ethan's wet cheeks.
This needs a part two maybe into a story
the things i wrote i another language.
hajima - stop in korean
Odio mi vida con una fuerte pasión, ¿por qué estoy luchando cuando podría estar volando? - i hate my life with a strong passion, why am i fighting when i could be flying?
