when my lovely mother said,
"the only thing that makes me happy is when i saw all of my children happy and successful in their life,"
she beamed, i faked a smile,
my thoughts drifted somewhere dark and scary,
are you sure? you don't have to face your mother's dissapointment if you kill yourself. you, yourself is a failure, your mother expected you to be successful?
i can hear my demon's snickers and giggles,
i don't know how are you going to survive this never ending circle, and i'm asking you again, are you sure you're planning on still laughing and living in the next 10 years or even the end of this year?
i pushed them deep inside my heart and think about the consequences after i've decided that suicide is the best to be done..
but the demons itself dragged me down,
you're sick,remember?
i closed my eyes, fighting back the tears,
i'm not sick, but i'm sick,
i'm tired, but i can't sleep,
i'm fine, but i'm in pain,
i'm laughing, but i'm screaming for your help,
my mind is a powerful thing,
it's all over my head, and its up to me which one is the best for me,
these thoughts swirled, making their own storms, demons as their thunders, they're pushing me, to the edge,
i ran to my room and locked the door,
my fingers itching to paint red coloured tally, using the silver paint brush , i draw on my left thigh.
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hey, so this is just my rough and messy draft, so i hoped you enjoy reading. stay strong lovelies xx
-Abby(:
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Aléatoireart doesn't come from happiness, sadness is a part of you that you need to fix them, if it was left unmend it will cause agony to your soul and mind and surrounding. everyone deserves to be hugged, kissed, fixed, glued,patched and heard.
