Memories of the past

♡Songs♡

Jack pov
I follow Phil down a hallway, once he stops I thank him and walk inside. I sit on the window sill, (since its comfy) I then grab out my phone that I stole. (I got bored, and stole it from someone with 4 backup phones, they didn't need it) I go into my Playlist and look for the song I feel like right now.

Favorites:
• Porcelian Face- 4 Door Theatre
• Welcome to my life- Simple Plan
• Alone- SadBoyProlific
• Her last words- Courtney Parker
• Sad- Bo Burnum
• Empty- Jaiden and Boyinaband
• Count- Lottie Hartnack
• Boy in the bubble- Alec Benjamin
• Gabriel- Alex Benjamin

I dont feel like the first 3, or the last 2. I diside to just let the songs play from Alone-Count. I put on headphones, and I play Her last words and ths lyrics start to play while the words play through them.

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Just an average girl
She always wore a smile
She was cheerful and happy for a short while

I remember my memories of being a human, and how it first felt like when I didnt have to worry about the other Spirits, being a guardian, spreading winter, or even having believers

Now she's older
Things are getting colder
Life's not what she thought
She wished someone had told her
She told you she was down, you let it slip by

I remember the first time I tried opening up to Bunny, he had told me that I had no idea what its like to have to listen to others complaining, and the stress of having a holiday. 'He's right...'

So from then on, she kept it on the inside
She told herself she was alright
But she was telling white lies
Can't you tell?
Look at her dull eyes

I remember the lie I had just told the others

Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night

I remember just a little bit ago when I cried

But she knew there was no chance of feeling alright
Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves
'Cause those cuts on her wrists were bleeding her sleeves

I roll down my sleeves and look at my fresh cuts, before realizing where I am and rolling them back up.

She knew she was depressed, didn't want to admit it
Didn't think she fit it, everyone seemed to miss it

'Thats probubly the most relatable part' I slightly laugh that thought

She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound
Bleeding out from every cut her body consumed
She had no friends at school, all alone she sat

I remember the first time I was walked through, how afraid I felt.

And if someone were to notice she would blame the cat
But those cuts on her wrist, they were no mistake
But no one cared enough to save her from this self-hate

'Like anyone would notice...im good at lieing...or am I..? Do they suspect something?!' I take a deep breath, remembering how

Things were going down, never really up
And here she is now stuck in this stupid rut
She knew exactly what she had to do next
Just stand on that chair and tie the rope around her neck