Where am I from...
I am from books. I am from suicide.
From intricate stories Or at least its prevention.
of broken, of beaten, Staying up late just
of damned, and of glory. to ease the tension
Escaping the world between blade and skin.
Through letter and ink. An unhealthy accord
Hoping for a plot twist, performed by the ones
suspense and a jink. the world has abhored.
I am from music. I am from sadness.
The rhythm and sound. From crying all night.
Fall Out Boy and Twenty- The truth of the song
One Pilots astound. “The Kids Aren’t Alright”
A lyric can say From wanting so badly
what I want to scream. to just be gone,
A verse can mean life fleeting and whithering
much more than like a hopeless
a dream. vagabond.
I am from fangirling. I am from Granny
The screech and the gasp who’s favoured the most
that comes when Dean of all my family
stands too close to Cas. Even though she’s a ghost.
Troyler, Ryden, and The ghost of good times
Petrick, the feels! before innocence died.
Fanfiction and before life strapped me in
art are both for a
part of the deal. fucked up joyride.
I am from art. I am from internet friends.
Expressing emotion the ones who care.
through pencils and paint. 3 in the morning
What an exciting notion. and I’m still there.
Anything counts Aesthetics, collages
As long as you make it and best of all,
with passion and feeling, A network of people
then no one can ready to catch
take it. your fall.