We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Hats Off to You

Congrats little lighting girl.
You made a promise you can't keep.
One you KNOW you can't keep.
Everyone's mind is at ease now, knowing you won't commit suicide.
I bow my head to you.
Splendid job. Well done.
Now no one will see this coming.
You can't make it stop either, can you?

"I don't care about anything or anyone...."

Ok. What else?

"Have I really cried all my ache out?"

Yes. Yes, you have.

"Am I a robot? An artificial soul..."

Actual, you're way better than a robot. You have power over your existence.

"When will my batteries run out?"

I'm glad you asked...

Ugh, look at you. You put on make-up to make yourself feel something that you really are not and will never be.
Why do you even try?
Wipe that off. Stupid girl.
I know you hear me.
I'm in you.
You can feel me don't you?
You know I'm right.

Your physical scars maybe healing,
But you'll make more.
You look at them as signs as you getting better. That you yourself are healing.
But you aren't.
Are you?

You proved that with the empty promise you made to your friends.
Splendid job.
Well done.

Congrats.