Another poem by my imaginary friend, Tatsuya Tuorin.
Unknown, what’s wrong with me
Unknown, where I’m heading
Just know, yes, I am fading
From the world and every other
Place.
All the emotions’ a mess,
Dwelling in darkness.
I’m smiling,
I’m crying,
I’m laughing,
I’m dying,
My whole heart is shattered.
Maybe, just perhaps, I never really mattered.
A poem by my imaginary friend, Masaki.
Tired,
I am too tired
To walk anymore
In this long walk of life.
My limbs are sore,
My heart is throbbing,
An unceasing pain haunts my head.
I have fallen again
But I don’t want to get up.
Fed up
I am with everything.
Let it be over.
Please let everything be over.
I am tired.
Too tired.
I want to quit, I want to end.
My smiles have departed already,
My peace has gone.
My foot is dead.
The only thing alive
Is my poor little head
Crying for sleep.
A deep, deep sleep.
Maybe it’s too early,
Maybe the years are left.
But I am tired, too tired,
All I want is my last bed.
A poem written by my imaginary friend, Masaki.
It’s hard to bear
When all your near
And dear ones turn against you;
When no one gets the few
Words that escape your lips.
When all your emotions slip
In your eyes,
And yet, to them, it’s just dust.
It’s painful,
When they take your words
In the wrong turn
And spread hate around the world,
Spread the words that make you burn
From inside with guilt,
For words you’ve never built.
And in those times, you feel,
To hide and conceal
Your true self and bury deep, deep in a wood,
And slowly, silently suffer the pain of being misunderstood.
Den of Dreams 