#i GOT EMO WRITING THIS. I HATE EVRYTHING.

[herotten-a-blog]

" I wish you'd gotten in too, you were my hero when you saved me.. But I couldn't help save you. I'm sorry. "

     SOMETIMES, heaven gives us angels we wouldn’t dare to kill; its living proof stands here.  persephone - ridden girl, eyes that cradled eclipses that have melted, golden irises that held pity that pours out onto her tone.    /    she hasn’t even laid a single finger on you but you felt like she’s lifted the filthy, dirty creature that’s devoured you wholly and suffocated that weeping, hopeful boy that’s forgotten he’s even alive.   like a lily drenched in dew, it begins to sprout. again.  all because a butterfly’s laid it’s feet on it.

      ❛    i…  ❜   even your ability to form sentences that are coherent has been drawn out to heaven in zero-gravity.   hand on throat, eyes on floor, there’s something inside rusty, cracked bird cages that’s flooding it and DROWNING the thing that no longer thinks of beating.  /  ( Q. )  DO YOU REMEMBER?  clawing on floorboards. eyes stained with red. vision that’s burning as monitor’s bright as your room’s dark.  the smile on that hero’s face, the i am here he spews with such PRIDE and confidence. the waterfall that dances on freckled cheek, the teeth shown as edges force a grin.   (  ‘ LOOK, MOM.  ‘  cracking :  the tone of your young, young, young voice.  why were you still able to laugh though spiraled in a black hole you can’t escape?what about now?   ’ I CAN BE A HERO, TOO. ‘  )

     ( A. )  YOU DON’T.you don’t remember the bittersweet memories akin to the petrichor after rain, you instead remember why you’re here in the first place.  YES!   that you remember so, SO clearly like the puddles left on dirt after rain—  bruised and scarred knuckles on road pavements,  eyes stained with red. vision blurring from the vomit of tears you’ve made.  gritted teeth, hope that’s cracked and laughs that are spilled, but they’re not yours.(  ‘ NO, KID. ‘  you do not believe in movies but you realize that sometimes, just sometimes, the world around you can truly cease from spinning and you’d hear nothing else but your fragile little heart shattering like a sculpture that’s crushed.  ‘ YOU CAN’T BE A HERO.  ‘  )

   you are your own tale and you’ve written nothing but a tragedy.  and tragedies deserve no happy endings. tragedies don’t save. they kill.

villains don’t save, either. they kill and the only blood that’s stained on your hands is your own’s.

    ❛    PRIOR TO ENTERING the exam i was told i am not able to be a hero. i don’t think i’ve ever seen heroes who’ve only sat there and watched as helpless as they can be.   ❜   no malice is found on the corners of your tone. there’s nothing found in it at all, actually.❛    DON’T PITY ME. i know i may look like the part who’s supposed to be pitiful, but i’d hate to think that i’m nothing but a weakling to be sorry for. i wanna be more than that. if i can’t be a hero, then i’m going to be something. ANYTHING.  please leave. i don’t wanna see you anymore.    ❜