When a child believes theres a monster in their closet,
They are not wrong. but they are not correct. There is a monster
Its not in the closet, or under the bed, or maybe outside the window?
they are the monster instead.

When we are recognized as humans once more, maybe our pain will end and our hope will return.

The gods are a cruel creation, take us away from the home we once had. into a hellhole

Some may worship the ones above, but when did they ever do us well? steal our bodies take our minds! we belong in a different time.

They believe one is perfect! we are not. We are the ones they strive not to be, why are we the symbol of the disgusting and horrid?

The tales are real, those who fell and those who rose taller everyones real no story is fake, one may have not happened today or in this world but in another? all stories were made.

The ones who write our stories strive to cause our downfall, they wait to slaughter us and make everyone we ever knew suffer and cry. Some outlive the others.. some die first

We've all been animals once... We've all walked this earth multiple times; our bodies may not remember, but few do. The gods try to hide our past but fail miserably some feel their past, and it haunts them.

Fate isnt true, nor is your feelings. Once the trap is set might the child fall down into their greatest hell. Trust snapped and so has their paitence.

Those who rob us of our true forms get a tint of glee watching us fight and cry for the truth, They watch day and night as we suffer. Do they care? No, they do not. We are toys, Puppets in their stories never meant to write our own pages.You ruined it all.
You brought me torture
You think your all cool and special!
No one loves you. No one ever loved you your a disgusting creature who just wants to toture others your joy is not important to anyone.
I hope you die
I hope you get everyone you loved murdered.
I hope your organs are ripped out
I hope everything u care about LEAVES.
Your pathetic you always have been, you strive to bring pain to others who u decide dont fit the mold of a perfect one. What about you? Your not perfect, you never were.

I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever said to every single one of you. We used to be best friends, weren’t we? We used to hang out together, so good of friends people thought we were dating. Whatever happened to us? I miss it so fucking much. You replaced me, didn’t you? You thought the pick me was better than me. Why? She dates everyone and she’s annoying. I don’t date every person I see. I’m annoying, but not as annoying as her. Why replace me with that brat?
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I’ve known you since the first day of that school. When we were kids, we used to play together all day. Your friend hit me on the head and I may still feel pain, but I’m not mad. He was a kid, and he’s pretty cool. I like talking to you guys. Why must you be friends with the most rude people in the world? You may look hideous and seem annoying, but I don’t mind, I’ll still hang out with you.
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I remember the times all my friends made me hang out at their house. I miss building Legos in his basement. I miss running outside in the rain because we thought we saw a therian. I miss going to the beach and collecting rocks. I miss trying to drown you in the pool. I miss playing dolls with you. I miss eating each other’s gingerbread houses. I miss leaning on your shoulder while we played card games. I miss talking to each other instead of paying attention to class.
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I miss everything me and my friends had. We were all so close, but I lost it all. As we aged, everything changed. I miss them so fucking bad, if only we could’ve stayed friends. I miss watching you and your friends play video games while I hung out with your cats. I miss going to your house at night to say hi. I miss hanging out at my grandparents’ while I used you as a pillow. I miss hiding in chorus together. I miss building together with sticks in the grass. I miss collecting ants and worms with you.
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We were all the bestest friends. You would hate me now. I hate it all. I wish I didn’t change. I miss holding your hand and hugging you randomly. I miss when you used to help me walk when I couldn’t. I miss stealing from your locker. I miss putting notes in your locker because I’ve missed you. I miss hugging you after class while I was crying. I miss pretending I was fine for you.

The world wasnt as hideous as this, the ones who had feathers or perhaps scales roamed this earth centuries ago. They tried to erase our history, tried to pretend we never existed. Our existence shaped this world, We remember the feel of the mountains and the wind under our wings. Cant we bring it back? why did it have to end..

I never meant to fall in love with you.
I never meant to cling onto you like a leech.
I never meant to love you like a dog.
I never meant to get obsessed over every little thing you do.
I never meant to be a problem in your life.
Are words I’ve said thousands of times. When will the apologies end? I want one to care for me forever, I want my feelings to stay, I want my love to never leave them. I wish I wasn’t so addicted to love; it’s a drug for me.
I never meant to hate your friends.
I never meant to try to keep you to myself.
I never meant to make you risk your life for me.
I never meant for you to love me back.
I say it over and over, but you don’t care now, do you? It’s always “I love you for you!” or “You’re perfect.” You wouldn’t say that when you truly know my love. It’s addictive and obsessive. I hate everything about my love I wish I could love you like a normal person. But it will never happen, my dear.
I say sorry thousands of times.
I say I love you before you leave.
I say I’m annoying, but you don’t care.
I say I miss you one last time..