There is a single lonely boy sitting in his room.
One should feel sorry for him but few know he exists.
He wakes up each morning to the tapping of rain outside. It makes him smile every time.
He walks the halls of his house to the void of nothing everywhere, it makes his soul fade every time.
He sits in his kitchen to the sound of coffee brewing, it makes his house smell nice every day.
He walks down the street to the sound of a distant wind and a constant chill in the air. It gives a subtle feeling of being watched every day.
He reaches his school and walks the halls like a forgotten phantom, waiting for the day to end so he can go home.
Home, where he is safe.
Home, where he can smile.
Home, where he slowly fades.
home... where he dies. . .
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My Mind
Short StoryI'm basically writing stuff that pops into my mind- that makes sense anyway. Though I do have depression so that kinda the theme for this book- it's more of an outlet than anything, even if I am super happy from time to time.
