Post by endlesslyfallen on Jul 31, 2007 23:02:12 GMT -5
A word from Sasha: Mmkay, another fic about how I feel. Yes, I know, what the hell am I thinking, I need to move on to some new stuff. I think I should start a series about this. Y’know like Vivialdi’s Four Season or the Five Senses? I think I’m gonna do something like The Emotional stuff or whatever. Whatever comes to mind, haha.
Anyhoot, here is my craptacular masterpiece…if you want to call it that. I shall get on with it right away. :]
Start!
Can somebody, anybody tell me why? Can somebody, anybody tell me why? Everyone ignores what I say, they know I’m here, but they don’t listen, they don’t even dare. Could this be selective hearing? Everyone just seems too busy in their own little words, with their clatter, nothing really matters anymore.
They don’t even remember my name anymore. They forgot just like that. If they try to remember, I always end up telling them in the end only so that they could forget the next day. I have a name, too. Just like they do. I remember all their names, but they never remember mine. This thing people call existence. It doesn’t make sense.
Needless words that go unheard. I make a sound, nobody hears me. I feel like I have been shunned from my own people. I feel like nobody even knows me anymore and that they have forgotten me because I am too much of a burden. I feel like they are annoyed whenever I talk or at least when I try to talk to them. I feel like they do not even care when I want to make conversation with them. It is all a “hello” “good-bye” type of thing.
One liners.
One word answers.
One.
One.
One.
One seems to be the median, mode and average number that I always see. I guess it is all true. One is the loneliest number that you will need. I am one person.
One girl.
One mind.
One spirit.
One soul.
But they forgot one thing; one useless, existing soul.
Once is the past tense of one. Just like once I meant something to this place.
Boring.
Bland.
If I were to describe everything, it would go like this; color: beige; taste: water; sound: low hum; food: tofu. Fancy, empty words. Everything is in silence. Silence is the key theme here. Silence says everything to me.
Black and white.
A silent motion picture.
Nobody can not see the words because they are not heard. All of it is silence. Silence. They could probably hear a pin drop if they are paying close attention. That is if they even care in the first place. I am trapped in a glass crying for help. Pounding and pounding on the breakable surface, but it goes on unheard. Nothing happens. I can not seem to get their attention. Nothing really matters. I am not worth the time at all. They don’t care. The saddest thing in this world is nobody cares anymore. The world turns its back on me.
Does anybody even know me anymore? Do they even know my name? My age? My birthday? When was the last time they were actually happy to see me? Or talk to me? When was the last time they actually remembered my name? Without me giving them hints or having it spelled out. When was the last time they gave me a chance and talked to me?
I am a very understanding person. You never call me. You don’t even care when I call you. You don’t even seem surprised when I say “Hi” to you. I’m just there, aren’t I? I’m just another thing that they play with for awhile and then dispose of me. They only bring me up when they’re bored. And then when they are satisfied, I am no longer of any use to them.
Just a useless thing to pass time.
Days gone by and I wait in silence.
I wait patiently.
I wait until I don’t have a pulse.
I wait until my heart stops beating.
I wait.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Tick-tock goes the clock every single day.
I don’t even know who I am anymore. I don’t even know what my purpose is anymore. I have forgotten about anything in the world because the only thing I think about is what I am to everyone and this society. I have become one of them. Do they still think of me? Do they even care anymore?
Drip, drip, drip goes the substance as it hits the cold surface.
Plop, plop, plop as the droplets splatter on each other.
I hope you like the artwork I made for them. It’s of me, drowning in the Silence as my Loneliness consumes me. I guess it’s too late to share it with them. That is if they can even remember me in the first place. I wasn’t fit to help anyone or anything. I wasn’t fit to be the hero or heroine of any sort. I wasn’t fit to do any damn thing on this God forsaken planet. It seems as if we all met yesterday. But it was a long, long time ago.
At least they still remember you. At least they still know who you are and give you praise. At least they appreciate what you do and are happy to talk to you. At least you are recognized.
Always known for the most outrageous things and they fell in love with it. Do they not appreciate what I did as well? Oh, yes, that’s right. It was original they wanted, that I should follow in your footsteps and try to be more like you.
I was never good enough for them. I could never please them with whatever I came up with. I tried to have good conversation with them, but it didn’t work. Nope. Not interested. Didn’t even bother to bid farewell when they left. I didn’t matter to them. I never mattered in the first place. And if they even did remember me, it was out of desperation. A one-time only deal. And we did meet again, they didn’t even remember me.
Denial.
Complete and total denial.
That’s what they’re trapped in. That’s what they’ve always been trapped in.
That is until after I’m gone.
END.
A word from Sasha: Mmkay, so I’m sorry if this one sucked as well. Gah, I swear I write too much about how I feel. Blah. I seriously need some new stuff. But yah. Thanks for reading :] Reviews make me extra happy! :]
~Sasha
P.S. I did alotta bold and italics and everything, but I was too lazy to do the HTML and stuff. Maybe I should've done that in the story. I'm sorry!! TT___TT
Anyhoot, here is my craptacular masterpiece…if you want to call it that. I shall get on with it right away. :]
Start!
Can somebody, anybody tell me why? Can somebody, anybody tell me why? Everyone ignores what I say, they know I’m here, but they don’t listen, they don’t even dare. Could this be selective hearing? Everyone just seems too busy in their own little words, with their clatter, nothing really matters anymore.
They don’t even remember my name anymore. They forgot just like that. If they try to remember, I always end up telling them in the end only so that they could forget the next day. I have a name, too. Just like they do. I remember all their names, but they never remember mine. This thing people call existence. It doesn’t make sense.
Needless words that go unheard. I make a sound, nobody hears me. I feel like I have been shunned from my own people. I feel like nobody even knows me anymore and that they have forgotten me because I am too much of a burden. I feel like they are annoyed whenever I talk or at least when I try to talk to them. I feel like they do not even care when I want to make conversation with them. It is all a “hello” “good-bye” type of thing.
One liners.
One word answers.
One.
One.
One.
One seems to be the median, mode and average number that I always see. I guess it is all true. One is the loneliest number that you will need. I am one person.
One girl.
One mind.
One spirit.
One soul.
But they forgot one thing; one useless, existing soul.
Once is the past tense of one. Just like once I meant something to this place.
Boring.
Bland.
If I were to describe everything, it would go like this; color: beige; taste: water; sound: low hum; food: tofu. Fancy, empty words. Everything is in silence. Silence is the key theme here. Silence says everything to me.
Black and white.
A silent motion picture.
Nobody can not see the words because they are not heard. All of it is silence. Silence. They could probably hear a pin drop if they are paying close attention. That is if they even care in the first place. I am trapped in a glass crying for help. Pounding and pounding on the breakable surface, but it goes on unheard. Nothing happens. I can not seem to get their attention. Nothing really matters. I am not worth the time at all. They don’t care. The saddest thing in this world is nobody cares anymore. The world turns its back on me.
Does anybody even know me anymore? Do they even know my name? My age? My birthday? When was the last time they were actually happy to see me? Or talk to me? When was the last time they actually remembered my name? Without me giving them hints or having it spelled out. When was the last time they gave me a chance and talked to me?
I am a very understanding person. You never call me. You don’t even care when I call you. You don’t even seem surprised when I say “Hi” to you. I’m just there, aren’t I? I’m just another thing that they play with for awhile and then dispose of me. They only bring me up when they’re bored. And then when they are satisfied, I am no longer of any use to them.
Just a useless thing to pass time.
Days gone by and I wait in silence.
I wait patiently.
I wait until I don’t have a pulse.
I wait until my heart stops beating.
I wait.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Tick-tock goes the clock every single day.
I don’t even know who I am anymore. I don’t even know what my purpose is anymore. I have forgotten about anything in the world because the only thing I think about is what I am to everyone and this society. I have become one of them. Do they still think of me? Do they even care anymore?
Drip, drip, drip goes the substance as it hits the cold surface.
Plop, plop, plop as the droplets splatter on each other.
I hope you like the artwork I made for them. It’s of me, drowning in the Silence as my Loneliness consumes me. I guess it’s too late to share it with them. That is if they can even remember me in the first place. I wasn’t fit to help anyone or anything. I wasn’t fit to be the hero or heroine of any sort. I wasn’t fit to do any damn thing on this God forsaken planet. It seems as if we all met yesterday. But it was a long, long time ago.
At least they still remember you. At least they still know who you are and give you praise. At least they appreciate what you do and are happy to talk to you. At least you are recognized.
Always known for the most outrageous things and they fell in love with it. Do they not appreciate what I did as well? Oh, yes, that’s right. It was original they wanted, that I should follow in your footsteps and try to be more like you.
I was never good enough for them. I could never please them with whatever I came up with. I tried to have good conversation with them, but it didn’t work. Nope. Not interested. Didn’t even bother to bid farewell when they left. I didn’t matter to them. I never mattered in the first place. And if they even did remember me, it was out of desperation. A one-time only deal. And we did meet again, they didn’t even remember me.
Denial.
Complete and total denial.
That’s what they’re trapped in. That’s what they’ve always been trapped in.
That is until after I’m gone.
END.
A word from Sasha: Mmkay, so I’m sorry if this one sucked as well. Gah, I swear I write too much about how I feel. Blah. I seriously need some new stuff. But yah. Thanks for reading :] Reviews make me extra happy! :]
~Sasha
P.S. I did alotta bold and italics and everything, but I was too lazy to do the HTML and stuff. Maybe I should've done that in the story. I'm sorry!! TT___TT