u/Nightraven9999

And Damn I forgot what it feels like for a show to make me cry this much and really tug on my heart streams

On episode 3 and i also realized that I forgot everything which is good for a rewatch

Damn this show is so great like this is really a show that plays on all the emotions perectly

SHATTERED

A boy grasps his heart,
he tries to slow
a vigorous beating,
He lies down.
The cold earth,
nothing against an
Insistent, warmth,
Like a small fire,
One that’s flame could spread,
burning the surrounding forest,
Scorching, everything.
Everything that ever was,
Everything that he's ever known.
But a flame that entices him
Like Icarus to the sun
Its beautiful light,
Melting his wings.
Because he dared to fly.

He knows not what it is,
Only what it is not.
Love.
A feeling that does not exist.
Not for him. 
Not for This.
Whatever this is,
Its wrong,
He knows that at least.
he takes his heart,
Wrapping it in chains.
Ones forged in fear,
Ones that feel, Tight,
Ones that don't come off.
Ever.

The sun rises
pure possibility in its wake.
He heads to school,
Keeping a hand on his chest,
Keeping a hand on the lid
Of his own imprisonment.
He sees,
them,
His light,
His wax wings, 
just waiting to melt.
Cause he knows the second.
He is not constrained by land,
He will never want,
To come back down.
To put back on his chains.

He confronts them
his heart, Free.
His hot emotion melting
The bonds of fear.
He begins to speak,
As his heart claws up his throat,
Fighting, for just a chance.
To Feel.
His jaw trembles,
Shaking as his heart,
Pries it open,
He tries to shut his mouth,
To lock back up his heart
before-
before he has a chance 
to believe,
to believe he can be free,
To believe he can fly.

He panics,
Snapping his jaw Shut.
Shattering, his own heart
and swallowing its shards,
deep,
Deep Down.
Its jagged pieces, 
Slashing his throat,
on the way down.
scars that wont heal.
Ever.
Scars that would bleed,
But His veins run cold,
As his only source of heat,
Is Snuffed out.
He sits in the his darkness
Scarred. 
cold. 
Alone.
All because he DARED to be free,
DARED to fly,
DARED to love another,
Boy.

Wonder what you think of it?

1. Fractured

A child born, 
born inheriting certain features,
crimson eyes
and a revolting grin.
Taught a liars language
weightless words,
hollowed out by malice.

A child grows,
grows in a certain home,
comfort. comes. covered.
covered ears 
protect the mind,
a covered mouth 
protect the body.
Barbs formed from scars,
cutting any who get close,
drawing blood
before They can.

A child saw,
saw a monster 
crimson eyed,
wearing a revolting grin
flinching
he strikes the figure
red liquid runs down his hand,
clear liquid down his face.
There is no monster,
just a fractured reflection
and a Fractured Child.

2. Gifted

Look forward And see
a one of a kind child.
Born in a ribbon,
Destiny singing in his ear.
Loud.
a Fire set in his eyes.
Bright.
First steps on a road pathed in potential,
An untold number of Paths to follow.
Truly. Gifted.

The path twists like 
The wires of a cold machine,
But no voice is there to guide him.
A child like him.
Does not.
Need it.
The sun sets,
And energy fades
But he cant rest 
Not yet
A child like him.
Does not.
Need it.
He feels heavy 
the weight of the world on 
his- 
his-
BAM.
The ground rushes close.
But no hand is there to lift him high.
A child like him.
Does not.
Need it.

Head stinging
Legs brittle 
any second they could just.
SNAP!
But he can't stop yet.
The song of destiny.
Deafening.
The fire in his eyes.
Blinding.
His path crumbles. 
And so does his future.
A pathetic, whisper,
Claws, out his gullet.
“help me. Please.”
How UNGRATEFUL.
After all they’ve done he 
Dares,
To ask for more.
A child like him.
Does not,
need it.

Look down And see
just another gifted child,
Just another waste.
If he tried harder than 
he could,
if he found more time than 
he had,
and if he was better than 
he was.
Maybe then he could have earned it,
earned success, serenity,
Love.
But a child like him.
Does not.
Deserve it.
“I'm sorry.”

3. Monster

The only word that came to mind,
When she looked
upon its face.
A Monster.
So that's what she called it.
“a name fitting such a beast”,
Is what she said.
Beware her warnings.
“That is no boy.
There is No warmth in its veins
And Its heart is frosted over,
That is an abomination. 
Nothing more.”
So they listened because,
Who better to know him. 
Then His own Mother.

The monster grew,
tried to act kind.
But they Knew What he was,
They Knew that every word 
Was a Lie,
So why talk to him at all.
They Knew that if he got close.
He would Bite
So no one ever got that close.
Enough to bitten,
Or enough to wrap their arms 
around him,
And be loved.
They didn't care
What he “pretended” to be.

His mother told stories of his 
Evil,
“He can Break a vase without touching it,
Disobey without hearing it,
And insight anger without even being there.
But the worst of all
How he can feign ignorance, 
How he can To Dare. To pretend. To be.
Innocent.”

She describes one day,
Where The freak,
Looked at her with a wicked grin
And laughed hideously 
“Dont make that face at me”
Was said, before 
A sound cut through the air.
Its wind Carried by,
the weight of her palm.
Leaving a cold, silence,
in its wake.
tears ran down
His soft red face. 
How DARE.
He try to make,
Her, 
feel bad.
With his fake crying,
And fake trembling
And,
And,
Fear.
she raised her palm again,
But She heard a noise.
A human sound,
almost. Scared.
“Im sorry. Please.”
For a moment,
She backed up
And looked into his eyes.
But As he looked back,
all she could see.
Inside of his dark pupils, 
Was. a. Monster.

4. The Greatest Show

A boy gets ready for 
The role of his, Life
The costume is, Tight 
It Stings him With the tiniest motion, 
But he'll get used to it.
Eventually.

The boy picks up a brush,
already dripping,
so many colorful possibilities.
Clink.
the brush hits the table,
he. shouldn't.
It Wouldn’t. match his. 
Character.
he Can’t disappoint the, Audience
Seats filling,
All throughout the performance.
just
More,
And more,
And more,
people. watching.
but at least the,
burn of their glare.
Almost. Distracts, From the costume

The boy, 
Stops for one second.
his costume, 
only gets tighter
And tighter, 
Agonizing.
His knees hit the ground.
Hard.
A river, forms.
his eyes acting as a dam.
But he can't cry. 
Not in front of.
Them. 
It wouldn't. match his.
Character**  **
With a Violent** **tug.
His shirt tears.
He ties the scratchy fabric, 
to his face.
they won't see his failure.
Not today.
Hiding his tears 
Along with every other,
Cold uncomfortable emotion.
He rises again.
His body trembling
wearing a smile so wide it hurts.
as he prepares.
for his final act.

The stage shifts,
Much higher than before.
He Finally finds, 
A partner for the waltz.** **
Their skin looks pale as** **the moon
And feels colder than it actually is.
The lights dance along.
Flashing in beautiful shades of
Red, 
and blue,
“We love you”
The crowd cheers
It's the first time he's heard.
Anything.
throughout the entire show,
The dance ends.
The charade is, finally over,
and the audience falls,
deathly silent
Their screams replaced, 
With a silence much louder.
As he takes his** **Final.
Bow.
breaking character on the way.
Down.
As his tears hit the, 
ground first.

Math, Spanish, and chemestry all today

I am HORRIBLE at spanish and Chem so im just scewed

The teachers in both spanish and chem are disliked by most people because they arent great teachers so thats pretty fucking bad for me!

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

Im trying to cram information into my head but its useless because aint nothing sticking and I dont have much time left