Some Old Poems Of Mine (5):

Based on this plush:

Some old poems of mine (6):

TW: depression

Life:

What belongs to me but is not my own?

My life apparently.

Decisions are never mine

for fear of those always present eyes

glaring at me in disapproval.

My future is someone else's too.

Years go by too fast

leaving me behind

hiding behind a smile when my only certainty is death.

(Sometimes I long for the numbness).

My body and health

my mind

are dictated by others.

I wish I could take control,

but I would never use it

as well as these strangers believe they do.

The hardest thing to do, is be a digimon fan outside of Asia.

Some old poems of mine (2):

Headphones:

He yells

I put on my headphones

But even they can't drown out his anger

Or the looks that say:

"This is your fault"

"You just get in the way"

"It would be better if you never existed"

But all I can do

is put on my headphones

First semi-proper attempt at pixel art:

Some old poems of mine (3):

Screaming:

He won't stop screaming

I can't stop scratching

Day after day after day after day

He keeps screaming

I keep bleeding

Day after day after day after day

He still screams

I still scratch

It never ends

He never stops

It won't stop he won't stop

So my heart stops instead

Learning how to do pixel art. I think I made a depressed Nacli. Or an emo mushroom:

The photo I was attempting to recreate:

Messing around with Photopea:

Original photo: