You gave up and fell to your knees, a screech of anger and pain crawls its way out of your throat. Th blood from your back and wrists seemed to form a puddle around you. You didn't care anymore. After all, nobody else cared, so why should you?A reaper comes to see you. You shake your head, trying to hold on but your too weak. You let go and it takes you to a place like your home. You were 3 then. You watched how happy you were and you started to cry.You wanted to stay in this memory forever, but you did not have all the TIME you wanted. The memory fadded along with you. You woke up in bed, sweat trickling down your forehead.Something knocks on your door. You can see them and you scream. PLEASE DONT DO THIS. They could have been there for you. BUT THEY ARNT FORGET ABOUT THEM. You couldent.Another knock echoed through the room. Silence. The door knob jiggled, causing you to whimper. You didn't want anyone to be here. You didn't know how to deal with it anymkre. You forgot.People who "are feeling the same things" say that there are Violet's growing on your body. It's skin. You look at your arms. It's scarred skin. You look at your legs is scarred skin. You look at your neck.... It's heathy skin People who say they're feeling the same things are just made up of lies. They say that, but they really do not understand the path you must take. A violet appears infront to the left, a rose appears to your left. Which do you choose?You decide to go for the rose. They seem beautiful. You pick it up and get poked by the thorns. You realize that they wanted you to pick that one. Not everything beautiful is promising. You try to let go of the rose, but the vines of the rose were already travaling up your arm. No escape now. Madness filled your system and a laugh erupted from your lips.You keep laughing, blood running from the holes that the thorns. They pull you down. You laughed your tears away. The world is numb. The pain is numb and your life is numb.
