Work Text:
an ode, please, listen, listen listen,
I want to be heard too. sadly it seems impossible right now.
the wind blows strongly,
the night sky shines brightly,
them sitting there so soundly,
thinking about their one and only.
it's not a surprise anymore,
that longing feeling is still a bore,
tempting to cause an uproar,
reality causes them an ignore.
unrequited and one sided,
they felt divided,
wanting to be confided,
to them nothing was provided.
lights, cameras, spotlight, attention,
wanting to be met with affection,
but gone were their companions,
and now they're left with depression.
"me too." they pleaded quietly,
silent to avoid being dramatically,
so they stay silent willingly,
even though they want an end to misery.
they pleaded to be looked at,
to avoid the blood from making a splat,
yet sometimes feelings fall flat,
because they weren't worth all that.
tired, numb, incredibly disturbed,
their screams would always be left unheard.
—yuu