08.11.2020
I was born. Saw the light and the beauty of the world. I started to crawl, walk, talk and then I yearned to fly to the most wonderful blue sky filled with light and soft clouds and see myself flying to the winds. Be it in the storm or a perfectly calm day.
But, as I bend my knees ready to leap, two pair of hands grab me down to the ground. Two people I trust the most it didn't crossed my mind that they would rip my wings with their bare hands.
I bleed out, cowered to a corner, curled in pain, lost in the darkness. I opened my eyes and I saw myself on a cliff, shadows arised from out of nowhere. They sealed my voice, my mouth and pushed me closer to the end. Slashes and cuts appeared on my wrist bleeding me out once more.
I fell on my knees, sobbing and suffering silently and alone on the edge of the cliff. And then amidst of all the sadness a hand reaches down to me and a voice softly called out.
Tempted, I accepted.
My biggest mistake was that I reached and clung to that hand so desperately. Next thing I know was the rushing winds whistling pass my ear. His wicked grin and triumphant smile hurts more than the cuts and Slashes that I've received. And then everything faded away and only darkness swallowed me up as I keep falling to the bottomless pit of pain.
And so, with the last strength that I have. I screamed so hard even though my lips are sealed. I screamed the same words I've been yelling during all this time.
"Somebody, save me."
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Just Thoughts
AcakA collection of thoughts and ideas that just came about one overthinking day. Nothing too important. Maybe a few realizations and more unanswered questions. Enjoy. Or perhaps not.
