Suicidal Emo Depressed Poetry, Viewer/User Discretion Is Advised. Okay, so the stuff in here is dark, very dark, and very important to me, very important. Feel free to pm me for any explanations, feedback is appreciated
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"Is this fun for you?" I asked breathily. He stood, er, rather floated for a second, i could hear myself from the past chanting "FLOATER", well that didn't last. Finally he looked down towards me and replied,
"Yes, and No," the rings around his iris started to move. After a moment he choked out the words, "I am you, and you are me, we feel the same pain, i just enjoy it. I tore myself apart to make myself not only feel better about how i looked, but because the physical pain was the most amazing feeling, knowing i had ripped something disgusting out of me." That hit me, I could understand that more than he thought, or maybe not. The feeling of removing yourself from yourself to like how you are and knowing something horrific is gone is the best feeling ever.
I looked around what i could only describe as an abyss. black everywhere, although our bodies were still illuminated, as well as Princess's and Nocto's, although they were off in the distance. "Is that why you've become such good friends with her?" i asked him, gesturing to the unholy beast that was what seemed miles away." He looked at me like i was insane.
"I'm not the one who became best friends with her, go look in a mirror." He squeezed out a scoff. "We, are you. 'Little Miss Starve Me' over there is someone you've grown fond of recently. I'm surprised you haven't buddied up with Nocto again yet." His black trenchcoat shimmered in his gray light, just as princess did in her green, guillotine did in his red, and apparently I did in blue, or rather an indigo. The sky ran out of stars as i realized nocto was coming for me now.
