Why does it matter?
Days pass by...
Pain rushes through our bodies.
"Why?! Why do we do this?"
I screamed at the others.
"Why do we die for this place?
Why do we live for it? Why do we suffer?"
They stared at me,
as if I were mad...
Am I?
Or...do I not belong here?
And then...
I forget it ever happened.

That was... not what I was expecting but ok.

Hmm. While I'll assume this is an allusion to Ksilrinda's feelings about Glomdoring...

...was this before or after she and Yeralih had their little chat? I remember saying some things remarkably similar. Curious.

Yeah it was made from that...acutally It was during it that I made it. Sometimes I read or hear something it clicks my brain and I write up a poem.

It's a beautiful poem. I like the style.

An emo faeling on drugs. Right. I got it.

Thanks, Tzekelkan!

An...emo faeling on drugs...oh-kay. Not what I was...really going for.

Heh, too bad that wasn't what you were going for, otherwise your intention would have come across REALLY well. First thing I thought after reading it was /wrists.

Actually, I think its a good example of Glomdoring.

Not only its situation (as everyone is thinking the same thing) but also the RP, that such moments of weakness are simply forgotten and cast away.

It can swing that way...but actually I see it, since I play the dang character, as Ksilrinda...she'll have a moment of "OMG!" and then be like..uh? the next when you bring it up..well depends on the situation.

It is a rather Glommy poem. Nice considering the topic. Always hard to write good angst poetry. I won't hurt you with my attempts.