My friend is writing a story. (No previews) There's a character who's kind of depressed and after his village got burnt by a dragon, he's living with some people in the woods. he wrote a poem. (technically my friend in disguise) One choice. One road. One voice. One human.
One sound. One sight. One ground. One sky.
One word. Blackmail.
There is only one. I hate it. There isnât even a rerun. That would mean two.
If I cry I have only one tear. It falls to the ground so alone, Sparkling bright, and crystal clear, So I do not cry.
If I laugh, I laugh only once, Because I am alone.
Some say itâs because I was bad, Some say itâs just luck, But I say that itâs just sad, And I have no luck to speak of.
Life keeps getting longer and longer, There is no end for me. I get weaker while others get stronger, It simply isnât fair.
"Depression is the godless, The place thatâs cold and lawless, So find another way, Lest you go astray."
