The spook emerged from the dusk, descending to the ground, met a little boy with bright eyes illuminating the sky. He saw stars. Drowning in them, the creature penetrated the skin with her gaze and entwine the bones with cold. Despite this the soul was not sobbing loud enough to hear what it was asking for.
He is not afraid of death. He does not belong to the materialized world, which every day sends kids to another battle, commonly called a game. He is not contaminated with sins that adults spread. Death was his only salvation. The apparition stared at his pale face thoughtfully 'I take consciousness out of their heads. Their bodies are rotting but were only a cage that imprisoned birds. I let them fly away. In spite of all, people are ungrateful.'
The boy smiled. He was lonely. He needed a friend. He approached slowly and grabbed her hand. The wraith looked surprised and contorted her face. 'I can make your dream come true.' The boy pointed to the sky 'my psyche is waiting for me. Lead me to it.'
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depressed teen's note
Poetryeach chapter is a piece of my mind. my goal was to show that nowadays people no longer maintain such close relationships with each other and are more prone to depression or other mental disorders. although this phenomenon is increasing in young peop...
