Role Playing

We love to plot, write, develop characters & explore new ideas within our chronicle. If you are a writer, we will love to have you. We plot everything with our members. Be Creative! We create stories & plots for your characters & others! & we have fun & make friends.Come RolePlay Marvel/DC/Fantasy Characters and more.You can play any character, as long as you can fit them into the story. (With admin approval of parts as always.) One person per character.We rp Marvel/ DC and various other fairytales/fantasy characters. Please note we no longer Rp Once Upon a Time. All the characters we have from Once are ocs. https://www.facebook.com/groups/FreedomRoleplay

Always Alone

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Penny

I look at you, and I see Penny.

I hug you and imagine it’s her.

I know this is wrong, but I miss her so much.

I know she would want me to love another dog.

I know she wants me to adopt more and love more.

It’s not fair to you to compare you to her.  

My Penny is gone and my Harper is here. 

I am sorry my dear, I love you too.

Saying goodbye is always so hard.

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

 

 

trashPhoto by Antoine GIRET on Unsplash

 

Do my feelings not matter to you?

Do you think you can do what you want?

Screw me, because I don’t matter!

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

 

Did you even think to talk to me?

Did you think I wouldn’t care?

Did you even think of me?

 

I know you didn’t think of me!

I know no one does!

 

It’s better to not expect anything from anyone!

They always disappoint!

I expect too much from people and I am the one who gets hurt.

 

Did you even think to talk to me?

Did you think I wouldn’t care?

Did you even think of me?

 

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

Am I Your Friend

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Am I your friend?

Do you really care about me the way I care about you?

We use the terms best friends of is that just me?

But is that truly what I am to you?

 

Do I think more of you than you think of me?

When my usefulness is gone, will you also leave?

Why do these questions haunt me so?

 

I worry about the future, like an endless sea of doubt. 

Doubting myself and others, will I ever be happy.