http://slow.writerscafe.org/otakuchan The original writings of author otaku-chan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042565 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My mind is not that healthyI feed it full of liesI tell the mirror "You're pretty"But she finds the truth insideI tell her "You're so lovely-you'll find someone who'll lo--"She whispers through my words"I either kill them off or they die"She has all these thoughtsI don't want her to listen to the vo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2015885/     The morning is gray and boring. Amaya never met me by the house. We can text each other all night, and there’s always a message waiting for me by the time I get to my bedroom after we’ve parted ways after school. There has been nothing for the past day. I don&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2010822/     All day, all I can think of is the way Amaya turned away from me, left me. It feels like my heart is being crushed inside my chest where nobody can see. It feels like I’m dying. I hope that this will last only an hour, a day, no longer. Why can’t she believe me? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2010820/ Amaya meets me by the doors of my house, waiting to go to school. Even if school doesn’t care about us, we care about it. A bad grade there could make or break our futures. And the future is all we’ve got going for ourselves. She glances at me through the corner of her eye, so I smile... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2010819/ Whoever said dying was the coward’s way out had no idea what they are talking about. Yes, it may just be me doing this horribly, terribly selfish act, but you don’t know what it’s like to be at the end of your rope, frayed and tired and so, so scared. I’m scared of dyin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2010818/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2010816/ Lets just pretend that you're alrightWe'll say that you'll still smileThey won't let us start the fightThey say to wait awhileThe tears are rolling down your faceAn ocean from your eyesFrom your chin to a bed of laceThey don't know our words are liesYour skin is feeling so, so coldYour arm is open f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2010517/ sappy lyrics make me cryterrible things make me laughwhat   whats thiswhere does this pain come fromtell me   make it stopwhen will this storm endswirling around insidereally   theres helpremove my heartand kill insidethe only remedy is thatglass   my heartsha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2005013/ A little background information on Willow... will make more sense when I finish her full story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2002772/ I'm (Perfection)      I dis all I could to please youI'm (Perfection)      No failures No mistakes I'm told I must do betterI'm (Happy)      I tried not to show my problemsI'm (Happy)      I should not tell a lieI'm (Beautiful)   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2002117/ Push me in your happy boxSqueeze me til I dieyou don't hear the words I'm saying-Not even when I cry.You've tired of the words I'm said-sometimes they're not a lie.I told you I won't go today-You say I have no choiceeven when I feel there is no way...you don't know the entire truth.In the ground I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/2002113/ This is repetitive and probably the happiest thing I've written in a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1983450/ You told her not to eat for youand so she never would.Even with her stomach's pangshe didn't feel she could.Her porcelain skin and eyes of bluefaded like they should,from her frame her skin would hang,and for her this pain felt good.She felt she could be beautiful,even when she knew it was unreal:he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1967639/ The love you gave her hurt her soul, her loving subservience gave her heart a hole.She never demanded a thing,only your heart she asked you to bring.Everything is what she’d givefor a future together you both would live;she’d follow you forever For a belief that you could easily sever.Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1967637/    We lay beneath the shade of a willow tree, well, you, Theo, lay with your head in my lap while I lean against the trunk. This is our most favorite place in the world.   You have a love for willows, you've told me so very often. Gentle, peaceful, and yet a little sad. You love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1957138/    Dinner is a loud and hectic affair, the white noise that clears my brain. How it could be anything else is beyond me; I don't know how people can stand a quiet room for long periods of time, I'd go insane.    Bella and Brianne are excited, finally let back into the house... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1941644/ sorry if this doesn't make sense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1930476/ Chapter Five http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1925248/ Lina and Fuzzy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1925247/ I'm inside this coffinMade of sparkling glassI pound and poundand fissures formwith strings of colorful cracksThis one's crimsonThese are blackAnd hereone forms a nooseBut outside, some people lurkIgnorant of my painI scream until my throat goes dryI scream until it bleedsI whimpercoughand pound som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1923100/ Lina http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1922753/ I'm sorry if this seems really repetitive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1922748/ Lina... First Memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1919843/ Lina... Introductions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1918007/    An unmarked grave, that's all I am, at least, that's all I am now. I'm not even six feet under, I'm just deep enough so  the police can't find me.   Mama's gone to heaven, went a long time ago, before the dark days. Daddy's gone as well, but he didn't go where angels sing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1918004/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1918003/ Exactly how it sounds... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1917608/ Companion to "You" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1917607/ Living, loving, dying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1917212/ I live in the crossfire,within a battle fought with words.This funeral pyre,when will it burn?The dead are piled in bloodied stacks.Teeth and bones have tiledthe ground upon which I walk.I listen for the soundof wings beating on the air.Laying on cold ground,crying, waiting for the end.Take up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1917210/ It only takes a second to break a heart.Try it and count the milliseconds.Feel the love that once reigned forever dashed at the cliffs of hate.It only takes a minute to break a persons soul.Seconds ticking, forever going past the point, to right the wrong you've made.It takes longer than the time to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1915244/ I'm always too afraidYou never see itTell me to toughen upit's not that badI've cried so many timesover my helplessnessmy worthlessnesshow I am patheticYou never seemy panicmy fearme cryYou don't understand why I cannot go alonewhy I need you by my sideYou hate itEven if I told youYou woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1914889/ You are a terrifying lover.I love you.I fear you.I hate you.I want to join you so badly.I don't want to wake up in the morning.I don't want to go to school.I don't want to deal with anyone; I just  want to hide and never be found.You always find me.You try and get me to come with you.I try and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1914516/ Ask me: "How do you feel?"I'll tell you a lie.I feel like I'm beautiful,I'm in love with the sky.The sky that's blue of the brightest day.(though that's not necessarily true, I will not say)Now what do you say?"I thought you said you loved the ground yesterday."That's true.I did, once in the pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1912152/ My fault.Everything is alwaysmy fault.My depression is obviouslymy fault,and the anxiety that spirals out of control ismy faulttoo. It'smy faultI can't get help.My fault.Everything is always my fault.The fact that I cry everyday is my faultas well , because the internal agony is alsomy fau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1912143/ Cameo   Beauty is always covered with thorns- fall for it and prick your finger on their personality. I'm sick of it, fed up with how the ugly masquerade as the lovely. Nothing and no one are wonderful. Everything is rotten underneath.   People judge me on my exterior appearance .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1910362/ SometimesI just want to cry.SometimesI just want to hide.Sometimesthis world will break me down, so,sometimesI'll want to die.Sometimes,most of the time, I hate myself.SometimesI'll lie to you and tell you that I'm fine.SometimesMaybeI'm happy.SometimesMaybeYou'll make me smile.SometimesMaybeSomeone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1909988/ Broken heartFall apartWas there love?Love.Love.Crushes andsweets.I was falling.It was breaking.The thing you'd never heard of.Love.Love.Crushes andsweets.Named after the feelingthat broke my Heart?Love.Love.Crushes andsweets.That one feeling thatalways broke me.Love.Love.Crushes andsweets... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1908067/ The feeling of drowning.Holding only a face abovethe inky black water.Cold seeping into bones.A mouthful of water.Choking on sorrow.When will help come?Remember the dockWhere I once sat,with company, with friends.Occasionally fall in, pushed in.Climb out, fall in. Climb out, fall in again.Pushed one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1908058/    Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away lived a boy named Aubry. Aubry was a beautiful boy, but he was very poor. Actually, his entire kingdom was poor, for he was the prince.   He was known as the peasant prince. The palomino prince, the boy with the golden brown hair.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1907903/    She looks through the world through deadened eyes, cold and broken, staring and unfeeling.    She stares through everything, sees behind the glamour and the beauty and sees a corpse staring back.    Glittery, sparkly, beautiful s**t.    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1907262/    She is beautiful, with hair flowing crimson on a nonexistent breeze. Her eyes are the night sky, velvet with specks of silver stars. Her smile, although rare, was magnificent, the opposite of her eyes, the vibrant sun in all it's glory.   She is a moonbeam on a cloudy night, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1905500/ Random stories... that'll prolly go together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1905491/ Hear meI'm begging you to just Hear meI'm telling youI am not speaking LatinHear meListen to meI am on my knees- I'd do anything justHear meCan you save meI'm hiding from myselfHear meI'd ask if I couldPlease listen with another senseHear meIf I could ask outrightI would, soHear meI begged when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1905126/ Please save meI don't want to dealanymorebroken lostAfraid offailinglivingpainI'm planning to dieand it sounds likeI'm screaming into a pillowmuffledAnd so no one ever hears me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1904788/    Blue and gray. Blue and gray. Blue and gray. Blue and gray. A two toned world.   Behind the school, beneath the shade of foliage, I stare wondrously at the sky. I had forgotten how blue it gets.   I look down at my empty hands, my stomach complaining that t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1904785/ I feel sick insidewith words I've swallowed downall these feelingsfighting to get out.My pain was swallowedonce, a long, long time ago.No one noticedand no one cared, so it has always stayed there.My anger went after pain,it escapes sometimes, but I always just bite it back.No one wants to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1903324/ The familiar ache in my stomach;the feeling of anxiety;the burning of my panic;the taste of how I cry.Did I ever even exist?Bite to keep from wobbling;with crescents on my wrists.Did you notice my social fear?When contemplating death...I will never ask. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1903316/ Social Anxiety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1902420/ Pretty plastercovers upthe broken, the ugly,the things that don't look right.Disgust in it's disguise;ooh and ahhover the thing we hate:We are not beautiful.We are ugly.Humanity will die.We can't stop the diseasecalled perfectionin an imperfect world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/otakuchan/1902408/