You will remember me.

Just a song I wrote inspired by "Centuries" by Fallout Boy and "Above and Below" by the Bravery. It's free verse, and I added some lyrics and changed some of theirs.

Some legends are told,

Some turn to bitter ashen dust,

Some turn to illustrious gold,

No matter what you will remember me.

Lips will say my name years from now.

Whether I'm famous,

Or whether I live under the ground,

Disappearing without a sound.

If this is it,

All we have and ever will,

Then what's the point?

If this is it.

But some legends are told,

Some turn to bitter ashen dust,

Some turn to illustrious gold,

No matter what, you will remember me.

Reviews

[Confuser]

I love it - you are a very talented writer. Excellent job! Thank you.

[iNSOMniAC]

Extremely relatable.

It kind of reminds me of "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy... xD

(Once again, I don't see anything that needs suggestions. Good job!)

[The StoryTeller]

Lol, did you read the description? I said I was inspired by (and while listening to) the song "Centuries" by Fallout Boy and "Above and Below" by The Bravery. Glad you liked it. :)

[iNSOMniAC]

Oh, whoops. Sorry, I just wanted to hurry and review everything before I was forced to stare at the wall for countless hours. (Other people use this time to sleep, but I can't bring myself to do it anymore)

[The StoryTeller]

No problem, and I understand, I remember that feeling. Not always during night either, but as horrible as my room and the walls were, it was still my best friend, if it meant getting away... and I could never (and still have trouble with it after all these years when I'm in a much better place) sleep for fear of what would happen, for fear of arguments, for fear, and just because I couldn't sleep...

[iNSOMniAC]

Same. But it kind of stinks because my room doesn't feel like my room. I work in the kitchen all of the time, trying to avoid my family members as much as possible. It's sad, I guess, but... I don't need another knife in my back.

[The StoryTeller]

Yeah, I can understand that... except if I wasn't working or doing chores in the kitchen, there was this corner I had to stand in for hours, getting no food, not being able to move, etc... Knife's in the back are not a good thing.

[iNSOMniAC]

At least you got to think. Sometimes I feel like my mind isn't even a safe place for my personal thoughts.

[The StoryTeller]

Who said I thought? Do you not remember my poem "How I Truly Usually Feel"? Look at some of the pictures there. That's what I feel I face every time I go into my mind.

[iNSOMniAC]

But you have the courage to feel that way. Even in my darkest corners, people still see me. I don't feel like I'm supposed to feel the way I do. Everyone's always expecting so much - too much - and I lost myself trying to make them happy for me. I don't even know what most emotions feel like anymore.

[The StoryTeller]

Don't try to make other people happy, if they're not happy or don't like you, f*** them. Be YOU, do YOU, be YOURSELF, make YOU happy. And YOU can learn emotions again.

[iNSOMniAC]

I don't know how to do that...

[The StoryTeller]

You can try though. You can be happy, and I won't even think about trying to stop trying to help you until you are. :)

[iNSOMniAC]

My parents hate me, Blade.

[The StoryTeller]

I don't give a **** if they hate you. My Dad didn't really love me after I got to around 6 or so. He gave me fake love, and I'm pretty sure half the time he hated me. He told me so sometimes. When he was drunk. But just because they hate you doesn't mean you can't still be happy. Does it suck? Yes, for hell sure it does. It hurts too. Hurts so much that you eventually decide to stop feeling and you become numb and dub yourself a Pain Bearer. Believe me, I've been one too, in way more situations than just family. If I can change, midst all of those situations, you can too. As painful as it may be for your parents hating you, YOU can still be happy. YOU can still be YOU. They're not stopping you from doing that. You are. You're the one holding yourself back.

[iNSOMniAC]

Because I want to do something that will make them love me. I don't want to disappoint them anymore.

[The StoryTeller]

On that note, you can't make them love you. That... f*****g damn, I don't like to say this, but that is their choice. You can't make them love you, and even if you did, it wouldn't last that long. Believe me, I know. So please, I know how much that calls to you, and how much you want it, but please, forget it. Be happy, be you, be with me, be with your comrade, and focus in that, something that is actually achievable. And even if you did something to make them love you, and they didn't change their mind, it would always be fake and fragile because of the ignorant fact that you had to make your own parents love you. (I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at them.) They should love their kid because they're their kid, if for no other reason. But since they don't, I'm here. I care about you, and I... maybe this is stupid of me to say this right now with how you're feeling, but I love you.

[iNSOMniAC]

Did I make that happen, or was it natural? I don't want to break something so fragile.

[The StoryTeller]

You can't break that. It's not fragile, because love doesn't wear chains, or bonds, and it doesn't compromise, or say, "Well maybe...." Best quote: "Freely we serve, because freely we love, as in our right to do so; in this we stand or fall." Anyways, that was both. Naturally I care about people and I love them, love them as brothers and sisters, love them as God loves them and loves me, love them sometimes as more, but despite everything that has happened to me... I still have a tendency towards love, despite my distrust of it. You also made it happen, with how you care about me, how you care about others, with the pain you go through, with the strength you have... I asked my aunt once why I've gone through so much... She said because a.) I might be able to help others later on down the road to keep them from going through the same thing, and b.) If God had given those tasks to anyone else, maybe they would have commited suicide already. (Something I've attempted once, nearly done twice, and thought about a lot) God doesn't make us go through bad things. But he doesn't stop them either, because that would take away someone's free will, whether it be ours or someone else's. But here's the thing, one of the best lines in the Bible: "You planned evil for me, God planned it for good." And when you're going through that evil that is so evil at that time and has no sight of good, you rely on God to get you through, because in our weak human fraility we are not enough. So you rely on him, and he makes good out of what people do without taking away free will. Best line from the movie Bruce Almighty: Bruce: "How do you make people love you without taking away their free will?" God: "That's the question isn't it?" God asks us to love him, and love as he did. So, I love you because of that, making it natural. But I also love you because of everything else, everything that has happened between us since we met. So it's both. And besides, in the end, it doesn't even matter. Because what it comes down to is I love you. And I'm not leaving you. You're my friend, you're my family. And unlike maybe what your parents/etc don't understand, you stick with those you care about. You don't turn your back on family even if they do.

[iNSOMniAC]

But, I...
Okay, maybe I can't break that feeling, but I can bend it. That still hurts. I should know.

[The StoryTeller]

But that's the question? Are you going to bend it? Did you think nothing of what I just said?

[iNSOMniAC]

I thought of a lot of things.
But I know that I'm bottling all of my emotions inside, and that can hurt someone.

[The StoryTeller]

So let them out. I know, I know, you'll hurt everyone around you. Currently, I'm not saying let it out to everyone around you. I'm saying let it out to just me. Don't worry, I can take it. I'm a big boy, and I've made it back to feeling from the spot you're in, and from numbness. And with God I can take your pain and everything else onto my shoulders and still help you and not be hurt. So go ahead, unbottle on me.

[iNSOMniAC]

Promise me it won't hurt?

[The StoryTeller]

It won't hurt me. I promise. And as you let it out, if you don't want to let it out out here in the open, you can let it out in another email. You've listened to me, let me listen to you.

[iNSOMniAC]

Alright.
I'll tell you in the private messages.

[The StoryTeller]

Sounds good, I'm ready when you are.