There are nine days
until my birthday.
My body is becoming a canvas
for my daddy's paintings.
My mind is becoming a canvas
for my classmates' words.
Tears won't stop streaming out
from my eyes.
My heart always hurts,
and my throat always burns.
My skin always aches,
and my eyes always glaze.
This sadness inside me
is too much.
I need someone to help me.
I need someone to care.
And though Peter Pan
can help me,
he is rarely there
to save me.
~Daniel
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KurzgeschichtenLast night was the first time I met Peter Pan. | Book 1 in the Lost Series |