She was in the back seat, with headphones, breaking inside as she sees her parents conflict.
she looked at the window, she saw her escape, the urge of running away rushes through her body again, she just wanted to stop the car and jump into the plane, she wanted to choose her life choices instead of being hands and tongue tied and being controlled by parents who think they know her just because they've raised her, what a prison, you know, boredom didn't obtain mercy either, it let go of her thoughts to eat her alive as her demons grew stronger and pushed her into darkness.
She went through tumblr, we heart it and instagram, she had clicked on depressing hashtags and saw teenagers wearing cuts behind covers and masks.
She decided to flash her cuts, posted them on social media, guess what? demons saw them, so they decided to have a little fun with few spits and mocks, they left painful hate, disgusting comments and misunderstood lines, they thought she was an attention seeker when in fact she was just trying to hint that she was trapped and she needed someone to calm the screams in her head and the fire that's being set through her veins.
She saw pictures of a band, they were perhaps five, they were wearing black suits, they were standing on a parade, they looked very strict, so aggressive, she decided to watch them and listen to their albums all day. The next day they said that she had exploded of boredom, so she stopped these filthy halls in hell and decided to end bullying 'n' cyber-bullying, projects didn't work as she sees others being kicked into the dirty ground as much as her, she called for help, but non of the teachers did anything but detention, the principal hadn't stopped them, because he has some benefit-relationships with their parents.
She had realized that revolutions might start in the middle of the game, so she had hit two birds with a stone, she slayed like a warrior, used her fist like a fighter, used aggression in its right way and time and stood in front of thousands of filthy monsters and demons to get rid of them, she's an inspiration, a role model waltzing around every depressed.
-MAHA A.
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Laughter Of Insanity
Cerita Pendek'are you alive?' 'no I'm just breathing' 'does it mean that you're alive' 'no..' ______________________________________________________ (This book contains short depressing stories , poetry and poems written by me) So I hope you like it xD follo...
