Life isn't easy.
It never is, for anyone,
No matter how hard they try to convince you
That they're fine.
Sometimes,
Sometimes, it all becomes too much.
I have no physical place I can go.
So I escape through fiction.
I idolize these people,
People that aren't real to others,
But are as real as anything to me.
So here,
Raise your glass,
To these characters-
These characters that,
Let's be honest,
Are probably some of the only things keeping some of us alive.
So here's to them.
Here's to the people that need them.
And here's to the people
That aren't here
Because they didn't have anyone like them.
YOU ARE READING
My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
