Yulsic: Importance
Title: Importance
Pairing: YulSic (Yuri->Sica)
Genre: dark!drabbles
Word Count: 210
A/N: -__-" theme is a tad too dark (blame the yulsic deprivity), must post this here....
I always sit a step lower than other people - an obstacle, nonetheless that I should be noticed - my profound tanned skin was never speculated. In which my importance of the unimportant still remained, unwillingly like no one could imagine - my lips turned sour with a docile sigh.
Life at this point to me was unbearable in such a way; I think that anything that would season my longing wish was amazingly lost and thus impossible to find. Though in my reverie, it persevered of that would happen.
Such delusions…
I, for myself, felt neglected and mostly disposed. Yet I was picked up and placed in the same situation; they said: they needed me - that was I; who tidy you up, who cleaned you up. I, who fixed things up, one after the other with ease and diligence, much to dismay and the fried soul of mine - things I do was never appreciated. You never appreciated it. Maybe I was locked to be an unknown, hitherto...
My existence was fundamental to all of them. But to you…
…I could only be inquisitive
Was my life so that - tad far from living or rather that remained as the dead?
Answer me Jung SooYeon.
Who am I to you?
....
comments and constructive critcisms are welcome =)
Pairing: YulSic (Yuri->Sica)
Genre: dark!drabbles
Word Count: 210
A/N: -__-" theme is a tad too dark (blame the yulsic deprivity), must post this here....
I always sit a step lower than other people - an obstacle, nonetheless that I should be noticed - my profound tanned skin was never speculated. In which my importance of the unimportant still remained, unwillingly like no one could imagine - my lips turned sour with a docile sigh.
Life at this point to me was unbearable in such a way; I think that anything that would season my longing wish was amazingly lost and thus impossible to find. Though in my reverie, it persevered of that would happen.
Such delusions…
I, for myself, felt neglected and mostly disposed. Yet I was picked up and placed in the same situation; they said: they needed me - that was I; who tidy you up, who cleaned you up. I, who fixed things up, one after the other with ease and diligence, much to dismay and the fried soul of mine - things I do was never appreciated. You never appreciated it. Maybe I was locked to be an unknown, hitherto...
My existence was fundamental to all of them. But to you…
…I could only be inquisitive
Was my life so that - tad far from living or rather that remained as the dead?
Answer me Jung SooYeon.
Who am I to you?
....
comments and constructive critcisms are welcome =)