⟶ ⟶ ᵐᵃʸ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ˡᵒᵍᵍᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ… ︶︶ playing ︶︶ [rain drops on the window - @lovemayy] {1:17} ━━━━●───── {3:24} ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ⊹ ₊ ꕤ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗˢ ˢᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ꕤ ₊ ⊹ ~ words of ‘rain drops on the window’ ~ desc/backstory to the poem. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ⊹ ₊ ꕤ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗˢ ꕤ ₊ ⊹ ꕤ proj ⟶ original poem @lovemayy ꕤ thumb ⟶ @lovemayy ꕤ desc ⟶ parts from @coastelle- ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ content warnings! - themes of death. - themes of hospitals. - topics of someone being heavily dr*gged in the hospital and unconscious. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ˡᶦⁿᵏˢ / ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ: ᵐᵃᶦⁿ/ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᶜᶜ ⟶ @books-with-may ᵇᵒᵒᵏᶦˢʰ ˡᶦⁿᵏˢ: ᵒᶠᶠᶦᶜᶦᵃˡ ᵃᶜᶜ ⟶ @bookish-official ᵇᵒᵒᵏᶦˢʰ ˢᵗᵘᵈᶦᵒ: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/36772415/
{ please read the content warnings in the instructions } “rain drops on the window” ⊹ ₊ ꕤ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ꕤ ₊ ⊹ the hospital window is so far up. stairs upon stairs upon stairs just to get here. to you. and i know it won’t be long until the sun rises and the sun sets and the philosophy of the world won’t mean anything to me anymore; because all i’ll see and care about is the rain drops of the window and how they represent me. when i go to sleep, until im 17, 18, 19, i won’t imagine what’s to be, but you’ll be gone. not now though, not yet. i refuse to agree with the doctors and nurses and specialists that say you can no longer hear me. ‘the dr*gs are to heavy’ is what they say all their words mean the same. we, we are just a blip of time a blip in history no one will remember the girl i try desperately to be the strong one for the family. no, you’re the strong one. you’ll be leaving us so suddenly. how can you do it? how can you just lie there in that hospital bed and not HEAR ME AND WAKE UP? the raindrops are falling faster. faster down the windows, faster down my cheeks, and i realise this is the last time i’ll talk to you for weeks and week and weeks. God, why am i so weak? the hospital window is so far up, but not as far up as you’ll be. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ⊹ ₊ ꕤ ᵇᵃᶜᵏˢᵗᵒʳʸ ꕤ ₊ ⊹ a lot of the poems in this collection are laced with anger. its not something i intended to do, but it happened. this one, especially. it represents the anger and almost denial that someone goes through when dealing with the loss of someone. this one is about the time when someone, who is going to pass, is spending their last days in the hospital. specifically, in someone’s lasts days bering heavily medicated or unconscious. i think the poem is basically self explanatory about my experience with these feelings. the poem is like me fighting with my grandad but also kinda like me fighting with myself. but yeah, i hope someone can relate to this poem <3 p.s. i think this poem is the longest in the collection !
