Hello my dearest person,
I'm afraid I love you.
I was blinded by dejection,
My delusional self strong.
You exist solely on my illusion,
Though the closest warmth you give.
I know I'm insane and causing unwanted confusion ,
But you are and what keeps me sane.
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This little short story is just something that happened to be a school-related work, but I guess I decided to re-write it again, correcting some parts and adding new stuff to it too.
The plot was thought of by two of my friends and I, and I eventually developed it into this. Honestly, I had a lot of help from my friend, after realizing how much I sucked in developing decent English sentences. Please bear with my pathetic attempt to sound intelligent and also my ignorance on what exactly the character in the story is suffering from, I'm sure there's a proper name for it.
But it is fiction anyways, and I am not in any way having the intention of offending anyone, so yeah.
Oh and I know my "poetry" is absolutely crap, it doesn't even sound right but I tried.
𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧.
In a world that screams, I stand in despair,
My voice drowned out, lost in the air.
Chains of tradition tighten each day,
I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay.
Each breath I take feels heavy and torn,
Every mistake a scar I've worn.
I crave a sky where I can be free,
Away from the walls that imprison me.
For now, I sit with my heart in pain,
Silent, yet screaming, again and again.
Though shattered, a spark in me still survives,
Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.