Chapter Two: Poem

I woke up around 8am, still half asleep as always. Mom left early probably.

*Chirps*

Thank God it's sunny, time for me to write after breakfast. Maybe I'll sketch the character design for my main character, Nami as well.

Yep. I'm writing a novel. It's about a little girl with telekinetic powers that lives in the forest.

Pretty cliché, I know.

Stuck in this pit of hopelessness

Wondering when will this madness leave

The voices, they loathe me

Sounds of hatred piercing through my mind

There's the voice again!!! It sounds like a poem. Better write it down.

Waking up my be indolent to some

But to me it is painful

I'm full of guilt

Every thought reminds me to die

No one believes me anymore

They think I seek attention like all of them

Songs of sadness aren't sad enough for me

All I am is close to insanity

I loathe myself day by day

I'm not even worthy to be loved by others

All I want is to be free from these chains

But the voices, they loathe me.

I lost my passion--my inspiration

I can't even hold my pencil anymore

I want to cry

But I'm sad enough to do so.

They say I can do it by myself

But all I need is a hand

People say I make my own problem

Little do they know I am the problem

I say Im feeling hopeless

They give me medicine

Secretly I want to be free

All I am is close to insanity

I froze.



Oh gee, that's very painful...yet beautiful.

I stared at my crappy handwriting of such an eloquent poem.

"Must be hard living your life, huh?" I said, caressing the page containing the poem.

I closed my eyes

Weirdly, I feel a connection between me and this voice. Feels like I'm somehow connected to this person—or is it even one?

Or I may be crazy and delusional. No one knows. I'll just eat my breakfast.

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It's now one in the afternoon, and I haven't done my homeworks yet.

Should've done it by now. Yet I can't blame these voices for my procrastination.

Okay time to start. Emperor Genghis Khan gimme motivation.