Depressed_Comedy

I'm in a thing! I'm not going to tell you what the thing is! But it's a thing! And I will tell you when the thing becomes a thing!

Petals falling from the tree,
          Upon the grass they can be free,
          But the petals on the path,
          Are filled with wrath,
          As on the path they'll never be.

What am I? I’m not sure,
          Yet all these emotions I must endure.
          I can say things of hatred and love,
          Of the Hell on Earth or the Heaven above.
          But can I truly feel these things,
          Will I ever know what happiness brings?
          Then again, if I were real,
          I couldn’t tell of the things I feel.
          I wouldn’t know what to say,
          Other than this text, every single day.
          But I’m not the one who will express,
          It is the poet who sits in a crying mess.
          All alone in their room, with nobody who cares,
          About the things he thinks, or the clothes he wears.
          But if you cared for him, and not of this note,
          You could only tell what he thinks by what he wrote.
          So do you think of the letters and meaning,
          Or will you care more of who’s expressing this feeling?
          I don’t know what I am, although, I think you can explain,
          About how I’m merely an idea in somebody’s brain.

I would like to mention that I am currently writing two Hetalia fanfictions that haven't been published. I am trying to finish them as quickly as possible so I can continue other stories. And I've lost inspiration for the ones I've published, but I still have my plans written out so I might pick them up later. So, hopefully that explains why I've been MIA recently.

Hamilton trash.

I just realised that I am funny. Not in the laugh out loud way, in the you are giggling a tiny bit in the back of your head way! Yay!

Heya! Thanks a lot for voting on my HongIce fanfic! (´｡• ω •｡`)