Credits and Thanks
Author: Seth the Lonely Soul
Before I begin thanking all you wonderful and kind-hearted people for reading and really expressing your excitement and jubilee for each chapter, I want to explain how much fun and inspiration this story has been and given to me. This is one of the few stories I've written that I've really felt involved in and had me thinking about the next events constantly.
I appreciate the compliments and reviews of the poems and 'journal entries' throughout the story. I just wanted to show you how he felt without having to keep 'flashback-ing' to memories. I know a lot of times when I feel low and can't tale life's trivals, I tend to write a lot and strangely, I find it easier to write poetically in dark times. That's why the entries and poems really impact me and why I feel they're important to the basis of this story. All of them were written by me, below are a some of my most personal writings. I'm glad you enjoyed them.
This Daily Routine
I'm tired of the daily routine of smiles-
Haven't you ever had one of those days;
When everything just seems to break,
When your whole life comes into view
And you realize,
Well, you're ready to be 'through'…
Everything just seems like a letdown
You've been pushed once more to the ground.
There's nothing left to life for
And the only hope you have left-
Is being put to the test, and fading with the rest…
It just feels like a drag, kinda like death…
The world has you choking on your breath.
One of those stressful tearful days
You can't stand to stand today
'Cause everything is wrong, very wrong
And the pain just never goes away.
Daily Routine pt 2
And you scream and you cry
But the world still passes you by
Nothing matters, no one's there-
Nobody seems to care.
Time hates you; the eyes bleed over you
You're left stripped—raped bare.
Broken inside, wallowing in a sinned despair.
Because no one loves you,
The roses are bleeding, the angels stray
And it all begins to fade.
Beneath the Light, My Soul Resides
Darkness is the bringer of my soul,
That is if I still have one…
If it still pulses and beats in time with my heart.
But perhaps the innocence has been destroyed,
Perhaps it's tainted beyong sin.
Will I always be wrong, and dirty?
I can't kill myself, cannot live myself –
Cannot breathe or even stand –
But I'm still not allowed to die.
I'm a joke, useless space,
Deserving nothing, if only Nothing
Weren't so high in its place.
Beneath the Light, Hope Has Died
Beneath the hell that burns its sinners into ash,
Is the place of wrongness and rape.
Where suicide is longed for –
If only they'd leave you a rope or a blade.
It's not permitted, they just don't allow it.
After all, a depressed sex-slave
Is always better than a dead one.
What Once Was
There are times when the world
Seems to move in slow motion
My mind keeps pounding, deaf through the commotion.
Tears are pouring as the heart has broken,
Everything that has been done, remains unheard and unspoken.
My soul glitters with broken glass, shards of what once was
But is no longer.
My eyes that cry into a pillow every night,
As each day passes that I must surrender.
What is freedom? Isn't that another forlorn dream?
How can I hope to live – when all I feel is unclean?
I'm also sorry for the lateness in some of my chapters, I don't have much internet access, so I really have tried to stay as on track as possible. But again, I'm grateful you haven't given up in these moments.
Thank you for your thoughtful reviews and the excitement you placed in them has really been inspiring too. I had a lot of fun reading your suggestions and feedback of my chapters. I hope the ending meets your expectations. There were so many ways I wanted this story to end, in some ways, I didn't want it to end at all. Still, I hope this one suits your taste most. After all the possibilities both with negative and positive outcomes, this fell right in the middle.
So I want to thank all of you for your intake and the time you took to read this story from an amateur author; myself.
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You guys have been awesome. If I did not place your name here, notify me. It was honest accident, and my spell-check likes to 'correct' words, so I didn't misspell anything on purpose. I know there has been questions rising about prequels and sequels, as of yet there aren't any. However, I've been thinking both long and hard about Kaiba's agony and that of the story of what happens after all of this turmoil. If this story feels like it leaves more to be explored, like after events, it was intended – just to keep the door open because it really sounds tempting.
Thanks once more, you guys are what make little authors, like myself, want to continue on. I know my stories aren't perfect but if it brings enjoyment to even one person, I'm completely satisfied. Hope this last entry of Forever Scarred was worth the wait. Thank you, Ja Ne and Good night.
My heart has been broken,
How can I ever mend?
My tears burn a vision
Of dreams coming to their end.
My final wish in this disaster,
Is for someone to rid my pain.
Though I know it is pointless,
I need help getting away.
Jinoh says I'm crazy,
We'll never be free –
But please I cannot take this,
Someone somewhere, save me…