The Skeleton With a Crown

Imagine

Imagine

imagine the silly things that youd think of when you were younger, like fighting invisible taunting creatures with a dagger that was really just a broken branch, or coming up with funny ideas like a cake made out of sandwiches.

how slowly did it all fall apart?

the first time i ever realized what had replaced it, i was 13, although the whispers had been there since i was 8.

these days the only one im fighting with a dagger is myself. defeating my anxiety by answering the phone for the first time in weeks. battling my insecurities by not wearing a jacket in front of the first person ever, the only person.

Back then things seemed so hard, but felt so easy. how did i go from stabbing dragons to trying not to stab myself?

people say im so much stronger but these fights are wearing me out.

i drown myself in the memories of throwing shoes as stink bombs off of the playground, attacking invisible warriors and pretending to be the hero one day and the villain the next. using long sticks to sword fight and pretending to ride lions into battle.

It seemed easier, but now ive been thrown into the real world.

Please, bring me back.

Written: December 3rd, 2018