And although mum told me that he was not real, more a figure of my imagination, i still morned for him like I had lost him. But I could not have lost him if he never existed. Which made me wonder who I had lost, a piece of myself, maybe.
I cried for him, I longed for him, yet he never existed. It's not hard to tell myself he's no one, it's hard to believe though. I still feel like he is so real and all of those memories feel real. The hardest part is having to let go of my imagination. Let go of him and all of those memories that formed a childhood I can bear to remember.
Now what?
I let go of my most beloved best friend. My imagination gone.
Reality refuses to show its ugly face, let me feel the burn of its corrupt soul striping me of my innocence. Reality refuses to let me join them.
Society refuses to accept me.
My imagination will always come back to me.
My imagination is all I have.
All I've ever had.
All I need.
And all I want.
STAI LEGGENDO
Out Of Your Veins.
Random(THIRD BOOK OF THREE- First book Into your veins and second book is Through your veins.) I tell myself that suicide will fix it, because I know that I'm not strong enough to do this, yet other times I tell myself I really am strong enough to do thi...
