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Picture to Burn

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by Lizzy540
by Lizzy540
                                    
                                              Picture to Burn
                          You. You left me here to rot in this awful place. No friends. My only family gone. They all left. Poof just like that. Now I sit here. Left, forgotten, just one more mouth to feed, just one more kid to find a home for. No one wants me, that is why I am here.
                          I don’t talk. It’s a waste of time. No one cares what I think. I am a piece of trash. Or that is what they think.

                           In my mind…. The world is a blank white canvas awaiting for someone to come along and paint the picture. You see that is you. You create your world in a since. You paint the picture. Me I am an artist in a way. I paint my life out.
                          Among other things, I live in with several other kids without families, they don’t have them. Me I do have a family. But for some odd reason on my 13th birthday they got tiered and threw me out with just a picture and one empty book. Don’t ask me why. I have no idea. So I have spent the last few years of my life stuck here. With a bunch of screaming little kids running around at my feet.
                          My life is dull and grey. No life unless you count my artwork. No color. My pictures are only sadness.
                          Tonight though I am starting over. Take all the pain away and run free let the color burst through me. let it fill every dark spot in my soul. Let it run through me. Color needs to become me. Want to know why?  
                          Nick. Nick Russell. He s a kid at my school. We have a lot of classes together. But since my life is colorless he is the artist this time. He gets to paint my colors. Weird how one person can change you life. Well he did. The tables have turned.
                          I will let him burn every living memory in my mind and just fill it with color. Then maybe just maybe I will survive. Color is life. Life is not grey or colorless. Life has a color. Have you found your or do you need to burn that picture?
                          Me? My old life is just a picture to burn.
                          New life here I come!
                          COLOR FILLED LIFE, YOU ARE ALL MINE!
                          My color is emerald. What’s yours?
                          Who's life have you changed? Do you know?
                          (By the way I just wrote this keep in mind it is only fiction none of that is based on anything I have been in or know about. I needed to write something so.... yea.)