poetry

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y/n pov

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock meaning I have school today ,its not that bad you like the teacher and have some friends you just a little nervous for the poetry contest  even though your besties( Robyn, Erin,stacy,Bobby, Hannah(all of those were girls) and then there's Jacob who's the only guy in the group ) all say your poem is great we will just have to wait and see.

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It was my turn to say my poem in front of the whole y/g ( your grade)I so here I go ''there's no life without pain  and sometimes  when the pain becomes painless you leave a shadow of your former self chained to the pain that once was your past , and all those happy memories slowly fading  with the growth of your garden of sins , so now that Im older and that some time has past and everything has changed I am still chained to the pain ,still chained to  the pain of what I have seen , still chained to the restraining words others had said,still chained to the childhood I never got,and the loosening stitches in my heart,its barely beating,and oh so fragile to the words of others.And so now I cling to the pain , to the pain of every moment,every memory ,every word.''

I was in tears by the time I fineshed and so as soon as I walk off the stage I am engolfed by the hugs and comforting words of my friends.

time skip couse im lazy

I was walking down the forest path that laeds to home when something hard hits the back of my head the all I see is black.




bumm bum bumm!!!!!!!!!

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