Little Poems and Thoughts

Lines

Trigger warning- self harm/suicide

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The world is made of lines.

There are lines on roads, lines in books, lines in songs. Learning to walk in a straight line is a major achievement.

There are lines for ice cream, for pictures with idols, for going into class. Little every day lines, such as the ones around your eyes when you laugh, the ones that form around your mouth when you smile. 

And then the ones that form when you are mad, running from temple to temple; the ones that form right between your eyes, the only evidence of your frustration; the ones trailing through the sorrow on your face, hoping for a better day tomorrow... The ones that form, some tinged red, some soon faded to white, after days and days of lines across your forehead and between your eyes and down your cheeks.

Soon everything becomes lines. Lines of traffic halted as the van of green and yellow lines rushes through, men rushing through the lines of wood grain, trying to stop the lines from trailing any further from your body. 

Lines accompanied by beeps, proving the lines of messages your brain is sending to your heart to keep it beating. Lines tracking through the pain of so many faces, just glad to see your lifeline still in one piece, no matter how fragile it may be. 

And one day, the lines of people waiting to go into the church, to see you walking more lines, where another will intertwine with yours.

The world is full of lines.

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Some lines are good.. Ice cream truck lines, those are good. As are stretch marks, or laughter lines. Others... not so much. Seriously though, if you're having trouble with the bad sorts of lines please tell someone you know and trust and get it all sorted out, please.