Forgotten Grave of the Hanged Innocent by Matreon, literature
Literature
Forgotten Grave of the Hanged Innocent
There they stand,
All in a row,
Eight blindfolded,
It is time to go.
A family condemned,
Accused of evil,
Five demon brothers,
And three witch sisters;
Or so the world was told.
Chained and bound,
They are marched through the town,
Cursed at and hated,
Despised all around.
They are taken to the tree,
At the edge of town,
A large strong oak
Where a make-shift platform
Stands at it's base,
Easily moved;
That is where they will be.
Forced up the steps,
Tripping as they go,
The family of eight,
Was now the towns show.
Every man, women, and child
Came that day,
To watch the family be hanged.
The noose were tied tight around their necks,
The to
Tell me...
When you see this smile,
What would you do if I told you it was fake?
When you hear me laugh,
What would happen if I told you I pretend like I'm laughing so hard that I cry,
But in reality I'm trying to cover up my real tears?
When you see the long sleeves I always wear,
What would you say if I told you it was to hide the fresh cuts and old scars that litter my arms?
When you ask me why I always wear black,
What would would you do if I told you it was because that's the true color of my heart and soul?
What would you do?
What would you say?
What would would happen?
Would you hate me?
Would you think I was disgusting?
Would yo
Bleak, colorless walls everywhere. Steel bars upon the windows and heavy locks on the doors, preventing any chance of escape. Never ending screams of the insane echo throughout the halls like a morbid symphony of pain and suffering.
Those who are not confined to rooms or chained to beds wander around aimlessly. Their empty, haunting eyes reflect a dead world that sends shivers down the spines of the sane.
The staff ask them if they want anything. Never once have they replied. For they only speak to the voices that come in the dead of night, the very voices that sent them there.
Everywhere you look it's the same. The same pat
They say that life always get better,
That you can overcome any obstacle,
Now after 17 years of tears,
17 years of pain,
17 years of sorrow,
17 years of depression,
17 years self-harm,
17 years of scars,
17 years of being bullied,
17 years of being a freak,
17 years of feeling worthless,
17 years of attempted suicide,
I finally have started to believe them,
Cause now,
The scars have finally started to fade,
Physically,
Mentally,
And emotionally.
Arms burn,
Blood flows,
No one will ever know,
Why by night I choose this.
I let my blood flow,
To feel the pain,
To feel the sorrow,
To wonder if there will ever be a better tomorrow.
They know I do it,
But they choose to ignore it,
They don't care for my reason,
They just wonder what season.
What season will they mourn.
Spring, Summer, Winter, or Autumn,
What season will my body be gone,
What season can they move on.
It is by the night sky,
That I look at the heaven's so high,
Determined to prove them wrong,
So they realize that I am not entirely gone.
My decision is gone,
My rights have fled,
Now all there is left to do,
Is wait to be wed.
Never once had I met him,
Not before yesterday,
I wonder what it will be like,
To be his wife someday.
Is he kind,
Is he cruel,
Will he care for me,
Or will he be the bitterest of all.
Not once did they tell me,
Not once did they clue,
That one day,
I will have to marry you.
My family is falling,
His family descends,
My marriage to him,
Is how our futures depend.
In the season of Autumn,
Not long from now,
Will be the day,
When I wear that white gown...
I might not be normal,
I might be different than the rest,
But you know what,
Being normal is boring.
Everyone has their differences,
Everyone has their talents,
Everyone is unique,
Let them be themselves.
Your talent may be sports,
Someone else's may be math,
Mine is poetry,
Do what you love.
Don't define others,
Their talents make them their own,
Their talents make them unique,
They're just as they should be.
I might not be normal,
I might be different from the rest,
But you know what,
Being normal is boring.
So tell me,
What's your idea of normal?
A fight for survival,
A war of teens,
A never ending battle,
No one ever wins,
A repeat of the Revolutionary War,
French War,
World War II,
Can you think of more?
Prep against freak,
Jock against nerd,
A battle of pushes,
A battle of words.
No one ever notices,
No one ever cares,
We just trudge through the day,
'Till the end comes at last.
At the end of the day,
We all go home,
Pretend everything is fine,
Only to repeat it the next day...
Forgotten Grave of the Hanged Innocent by Matreon, literature
Literature
Forgotten Grave of the Hanged Innocent
There they stand,
All in a row,
Eight blindfolded,
It is time to go.
A family condemned,
Accused of evil,
Five demon brothers,
And three witch sisters;
Or so the world was told.
Chained and bound,
They are marched through the town,
Cursed at and hated,
Despised all around.
They are taken to the tree,
At the edge of town,
A large strong oak
Where a make-shift platform
Stands at it's base,
Easily moved;
That is where they will be.
Forced up the steps,
Tripping as they go,
The family of eight,
Was now the towns show.
Every man, women, and child
Came that day,
To watch the family be hanged.
The noose were tied tight around their necks,
The to
Tell me...
When you see this smile,
What would you do if I told you it was fake?
When you hear me laugh,
What would happen if I told you I pretend like I'm laughing so hard that I cry,
But in reality I'm trying to cover up my real tears?
When you see the long sleeves I always wear,
What would you say if I told you it was to hide the fresh cuts and old scars that litter my arms?
When you ask me why I always wear black,
What would would you do if I told you it was because that's the true color of my heart and soul?
What would you do?
What would you say?
What would would happen?
Would you hate me?
Would you think I was disgusting?
Would yo
Bleak, colorless walls everywhere. Steel bars upon the windows and heavy locks on the doors, preventing any chance of escape. Never ending screams of the insane echo throughout the halls like a morbid symphony of pain and suffering.
Those who are not confined to rooms or chained to beds wander around aimlessly. Their empty, haunting eyes reflect a dead world that sends shivers down the spines of the sane.
The staff ask them if they want anything. Never once have they replied. For they only speak to the voices that come in the dead of night, the very voices that sent them there.
Everywhere you look it's the same. The same pat
They say that life always get better,
That you can overcome any obstacle,
Now after 17 years of tears,
17 years of pain,
17 years of sorrow,
17 years of depression,
17 years self-harm,
17 years of scars,
17 years of being bullied,
17 years of being a freak,
17 years of feeling worthless,
17 years of attempted suicide,
I finally have started to believe them,
Cause now,
The scars have finally started to fade,
Physically,
Mentally,
And emotionally.
Arms burn,
Blood flows,
No one will ever know,
Why by night I choose this.
I let my blood flow,
To feel the pain,
To feel the sorrow,
To wonder if there will ever be a better tomorrow.
They know I do it,
But they choose to ignore it,
They don't care for my reason,
They just wonder what season.
What season will they mourn.
Spring, Summer, Winter, or Autumn,
What season will my body be gone,
What season can they move on.
It is by the night sky,
That I look at the heaven's so high,
Determined to prove them wrong,
So they realize that I am not entirely gone.
My decision is gone,
My rights have fled,
Now all there is left to do,
Is wait to be wed.
Never once had I met him,
Not before yesterday,
I wonder what it will be like,
To be his wife someday.
Is he kind,
Is he cruel,
Will he care for me,
Or will he be the bitterest of all.
Not once did they tell me,
Not once did they clue,
That one day,
I will have to marry you.
My family is falling,
His family descends,
My marriage to him,
Is how our futures depend.
In the season of Autumn,
Not long from now,
Will be the day,
When I wear that white gown...
I might not be normal,
I might be different than the rest,
But you know what,
Being normal is boring.
Everyone has their differences,
Everyone has their talents,
Everyone is unique,
Let them be themselves.
Your talent may be sports,
Someone else's may be math,
Mine is poetry,
Do what you love.
Don't define others,
Their talents make them their own,
Their talents make them unique,
They're just as they should be.
I might not be normal,
I might be different from the rest,
But you know what,
Being normal is boring.
So tell me,
What's your idea of normal?
A fight for survival,
A war of teens,
A never ending battle,
No one ever wins,
A repeat of the Revolutionary War,
French War,
World War II,
Can you think of more?
Prep against freak,
Jock against nerd,
A battle of pushes,
A battle of words.
No one ever notices,
No one ever cares,
We just trudge through the day,
'Till the end comes at last.
At the end of the day,
We all go home,
Pretend everything is fine,
Only to repeat it the next day...
The things that you say,
The things that I hear,
Make me want to,
Fade into the background.
The things that you do,
The way that I feel,
I wish that I could,
Fade into the background.
I am nothing to you,
Nothing at all,
I would do anything to,
Fade into the background.
Fade into the background...
Fade into the...
Fade into...
Fade...
Can you?
Can anyone see me?
Can anyone hear me?
Does anyone even know I'm there?
Does anyone even know I'm there,
Do they even know I exist,
Do they even know I'm alive.
Do you even know I'm there?
Can anyone hear me,
Can they hear me scream,
Can they hear me cry every night.
Can you hear me?
Can anyone see me,
Can anyone see the scars on my wrists,
Can anyone see the blood I let run free.
Can you see me?
Can you help me?
Please.
I want to be seen!
I want to be heard!
I want to be known!
I want to know that I am really alive!
Fine,
Such a simple word,
That can hold so much meaning,
It can hide emotions,
Hide thoughts,
Regrets,
Suffering.
It's amazing how many believe it,
How many people actually believe that people really are fine,
They don't see the truth behind that,
Deceptive,
Disgusting,
Ugly,
Word.
Oh how I hate that word,
How I wish it would disappear forever,
So many times I have heard that word,
I have heard it used by friends, family, and strangers too,
So many times I have said that word,
So many times I have hid and cowered behind it,
I wish I could say something else besides the word,
So if I tell you I'm fine,
Please don't believe it...
The Strange One
I appearance differently now
My nickname still
The Strange
but now its new
they all whisper
The Strange One
I've change quite a lot
Everyone doesn't pay attention
to me
mostly i appear randomly
like a ghost
Hiding in the crowd
just walking
through my own path
to the darkness
where I hide
in my spare time
Kinda like a vampire
almost vladmiri Tod
Always in dark clothing
being a vampire
and hiding away in the dark
Call the Goth boy
or vampire kid
I look at them
stare at them cold
Telling them to back off
I walk off
being the strange one
which people whisper
to each other
I'm not
Woke up with needles in my head and a lock on my lips
Snakes were crawling over me, around the floor
Embracing and licking me with their dry tongues
Cooing like mad old women over a baby
When the venom is injected I’m paralyzed, wide-eyed
Slipping down the depths of a gaping maw, whole
Sweating out beads of old dreams one by one
Memory becomes ice white-blank and fades
The last thing I see is baby-doll heads lined up on a windowsill
Snow falling behind them outside in the darkness
Then they too fade into white, and I don’t remember
Any of it anymore; I’ve been washed clean
We’re just friends, and that’s okay
I’m a coward, but rather that
Than risk it all on a turn of pitch and toss
And say “I love you”
Like I want to so badly
They say that loving someone who doesn’t love you back
Hurt more than anything in the world
They are wrong, what hurts the most
Is loving someone who feels the same way
But still circumstances keep you apart
And she doesn’t know that effort it takes me
To keep smiling when we are talking
While at the same time I am breaking apart
Like she can’t see my hand caress her cheek
On the screen, as I purposefully keep the camera pointed away
I lov
Would you miss me, if I said I’d die tomorrow?
Would you kiss me, as I lay there
In that six by four foot hollow?
Do you think that I would be remembered?
Or would my name burn to ash as soon as
My life is ended?
Could you not bear to be beside me?
Would you leave a grieving mother to think
I am where she should be?
Would you miss me, if I said I’d not be home?
I love you and if I had a choice then
I’d not leave you alone.
Take care of my family, tell them where to go
If they’re asking after me, where I am
Tell them you know
Would you tell me that you’d not loved completely?
Until we held hands and you knew that
I dare you
To tell me to be something I'm not
Go on, say it
Tell me to hide the truth
From all of those I love
I dare you
To tell me to grow up
Go on, say it
Tell me I'm childish
Because you're so much more mature than me
I dare you
To tell me who I can and cannot love
Go on, say it
Tell me that loving certain people is wrong
Because your way of thinking is so right
I dare you
To tell me I'm not normal
Go on, say it
Tell me that I'm different
Even though you and I are both humans
You could do all of that
In a heartbeat if you wanted to
But here's a real challenge:
I dare you
To accept everyone for who they are
Not for who you want them
Forgotten Grave of the Hanged Innocent by Matreon, literature
Literature
Forgotten Grave of the Hanged Innocent
There they stand,
All in a row,
Eight blindfolded,
It is time to go.
A family condemned,
Accused of evil,
Five demon brothers,
And three witch sisters;
Or so the world was told.
Chained and bound,
They are marched through the town,
Cursed at and hated,
Despised all around.
They are taken to the tree,
At the edge of town,
A large strong oak
Where a make-shift platform
Stands at it's base,
Easily moved;
That is where they will be.
Forced up the steps,
Tripping as they go,
The family of eight,
Was now the towns show.
Every man, women, and child
Came that day,
To watch the family be hanged.
The noose were tied tight around their necks,
The to
Hello, I am Matreon. I am just a teenager who has been labeled a freak all my life. I was born in Mullingar, Ireland. I moved to the United States when I was nine years old. I have been called goth, freak, weirdo, creep, loser, annoying, and the list goes on and on. But really I am emo. I have cut myself to feel a different kind of pain. One that I can control. I am trying to stop but it is not the easy since all my friends abandoned me and my family stopped talking to me. I also have PTSD (Post Tramatic Stress Disorder), depression, ADHD, ADD, Bi-Polar disorder and am also schizophrenic. I take medication to help with these but it does not work all the time. I have been writing poetry, stories, and been painting to take my mind off things. I am trying to find ways to let people that I am out there and that I really care about what people think. I've been to hell and back so many times that I could help almost anyone. So that is a little about me. You can message me if you want. Do not be afraid!
Favourite Visual Artist
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Favourite Movies
Don't Be Afraid of the Dark
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Evanescence, Black Veil Brides, Shinedown, Anna Blue,
Favourite Books
The Forest of Hands and Teeth, The Dead-Tossed Waves, The Dark and Hollow Places
Hello everyone! It has been a while, has it not? It about time I explain few things. My family and I, along with my fiance's family, have moved back to Ireland. We have gotten settled in now, so I will be able to be back on DeviantART more! Also to Agonia aka One-Already-Dead, sorry for not being in contact very much.
Also. Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes!
Hello everyone. Recently a good friend of mine has joined DeviantART. Her username is One-Already-Dead. She is fourteen years old and has also been bullied for a very long time. She has been a loner like I have all my life. If you could just go and take a look at her page, comment, send her a note, or anything, I know she will greatly appreciate it. Thank you!
Welcome back matreon. Its good to see that you're going to continue writing. I pretty much died on this site, but I'll definitely check up on your stuff when possible. Good luck and I hope your stuff is great.