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Chapter 13: Hush-a-by baby, you're almost dead
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I haven't really been myself, if you know what that means, I've been hoping to find a place where maybe I could breathe for just a little time, I have been dying to let it out somehow but apparently, nothing seems to be working. It is like I don't even know who I am at times anymore and I am just tired. Extra hopeless and simply tired, that is the only way I can describe myself at the moment.
I get up from my fetus position on my bed and reach out to pick up my diary from my bed side table, I pull out the pen from the spiral bind spine and start writing, I have taken out everything that has happened in the past months, I have been taking it all out on nothing but a piece of paper and then I sob over it, I let the paper soak up my tears and when that doesn't satisfy me enough I come up with something, entirely on my own.
I crave for a glimpse of you,
I crave for your lost affection,
Oh, I need you here, wish you were,
There where I am breaking.
Oh, the paper boats on lakes, get blown away, just like us
Bleeding down on graves, metal on skin, we aren't brave,
And I'm sleeping in cemeteries, oh I hope, you can hear me
Careful the fan is weak, it might break and fall,
Like I've been doing for the sake of all,
And over the time, we will learn,
There is nothing left to preach,
To the souls that have gone weak,
Oh, they don't need anything but love,
Oh, the paper boats on lakes, get blown away, just like us
Bleeding down on graves, metal on skin, we aren't brave,
And I'm sleeping in cemeteries, oh I hope, you can hear me
Careful the fan is weak, it might break and fall,
Like I've been doing for the sake of all,
The pen falls from my head and I feel the energy draining from within me, I've fainted numerous times before but somehow, this time it feels different and I feel almost as if I am done here and this time I won't be opening my eyes again.
They say that in the lat sixty seconds, your life flashes before your eyes and I guess in a way it does but it is only because you choose to replay the moments that mattered to you the most, the ones where you had the feelings at the extreme. I see flashes of myself laughing, little moments that I hadn't realized would matter this much. As much as they did right now, right now when everything was ending.
Where most people search for love and a soul mate to get married and settled, I discovered true love, happiness, pain and regret all in the sixteen years of my life. And now; it was over
Hush-a-by baby you're almost dead,
You have no pulse and your pillow is red,
Hush-a-by baby; now close your eyes,
You have lived enough; told enough lies
One life matters and one life can make a difference; for better or for worse
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