'Who am I?'
"tell me your name"
'what is my name'
do you expect me to be honest,
I am me,
that's it can't you see,
you're asking question after question, but I can't even hear there is a ringing in my ear,
a ripping sensation in my arm,
blood dripping from my head,
'who am I',
" I don't know ",
I see the bodies
I see them dead,
cold,
I don't know them so I am not sad, they ran over me,
I am alive and they are not why would I be sad,
a single tear falls that's it,
that's all,
I don't know them,
how could I,
WHO AM I,
they are dead,
I am alive,
I DON'T KNOW THEM,
right?
I stand and walk they tell me to stop but I don't care,
I must know,
I HAVE to know,
the ground reeks of blood,
I smell it,
I see it,
'who am I'
"who are they",
they are dead,
I drop to my knees too weak to walk,
I know them,
they died to save me,
I KILLED them,
"mom",
"dad",
I reach for one last hug,
"I'm sorry",
I closed my eyes and head to the warmth of my parents arms,
I'll go with them.
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Who Am I?
Short StoryThis is a story I wrote two years ago, in my math class its short sad and messed up.
