The edges are more edgier than me and are sharper than the knife I hide.
They do not know.
But a Yandere is what I am.
Broken mind, broken soul.
No broken heart.
Not yet.
Not now.
Soon...
Maybe...
Only time will tell of my fate.
At this rate.
My emotions will fade.
And so shall my sanity.
But he will be mine.
Who?
My senpai.
I love him so dearly.
I wish I could tell him.
But.
I cannot.
Something stops me from doing so.
What?
Maybe I know.
Maybe I don't.
Maybe yes.
Maybe no.
It's random as a Missingno.
Yet this might be cool.
Cool as the icy breeze on Mount. Silver.
Cool as Articuno's song that I hear from day till night.
I fight on with my last words to say to help.
To help myself in a battle that is hard to win.
Never give up.
Never give in.
Those are the words of 1forpeace.
Not mine.
This be the end.
The end of the poetic words of mine.
Not necessarily the end of my life.
That I'd take with a knife.
I guess.
That is it.
And.
It is that.
For this that is it.
The end of this poem of mine.
(Sorry... I got carried away there)
