More Battle Jacket Concept Art (first Time Drawing Tentacles Be Nice Pls), This Would Properly Go Along

More battle jacket concept art (first time drawing tentacles be nice pls), this would properly go along a hem.

reaching hands/empty palms

Left alone with thoughts

Spiralling down through the mind

I’m so glad/proud you’re taking care of yourself

It still feels like you’re going to leave

I yearned for this solitude

I got what I wanted

I’m not reaching out

I don’t want to be a burden

Or be told to wait till it’s convenient again

You’re all so busy

I’m too impatient to wait for a free moment

So I’ll sit here silence

Screaming into the void

Knowing you’ll hear it

Hoping you’ll ignore it

Everyone leaves eventually

worth noting my budget is basically nothing.

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I think that my mother believes

That the threat of forcing me from home

Will encourage me to engage

Instead it fosters resentment

Why must it still be about you

Do you not realise that children

Are like water ?

Try and push them down into shape

And all you’ll have is a more forceful

Rebellion against your threats

Force me from my nest

Watch as I take flight (or plummet)

Either way I’ll take my leave

Without argument

Pack my bags

Start to travel

I hear the churches in Croyden

Are particularly nice this time of year.

Amontillado.

I just to burn it all down

Set fire to the dresses

Damn the skirts to hell

Wipe off all the makeup 

Bury the clanging bell

You told me it was worth it

It all works out in the end

But the only end I see 

Is the one where I am dead. 

She fought so hard you see

To be who she is

In an uncaring family

That didn’t believe her

I don’t want her struggle 

To be in vain

But I can’t see her living like this

Crushed under the pain

So put on those trousers

And the green flannel shirt

You had some fun as her 

But maybe now it’s time to

Stop

Go back

And bury her.

no more

no more talking

no more texting

no more late night calls

no more six hour conversations

it’s been a fun time

but I love you all too much

to weigh you down