Twisted railing,
Plated floors,
Slim bars,
Concrete walls,
These make up my cell.
I love watching others smile,
*numbness took over you*
I know,
*One day, you'll come back.*
I'm very certain.
A little girl,
Her heads cocked to the side.
She creeps near me,
I feel her hands as they grab my arm.
"Are we gonna escape here?"
"I'm afraid not."
"I miss you."
"I miss you too."
"Renee..?"
"What?"
She faded away again.
There was never hope,
It was all fictional.
I've trapped myself again,
This is never fun.
Thanks mom,
Thanks dad,
For all your mental problems.
However,
I can't keep blaming them.
I have to put blame,
Where blame is due.
That blame is me.
And for now,
I'm trapped.
There's a gun,
And then there's me.
Maybe I can use this gun in a way...
*I know what your thinking. Don't do it.*
"I have to! It's my only way out!"
"Renee... Have you forgotten, you only have this life?"
"So then, call me Elfi. Never forget to spell it."
"Are you sure... Elfi?"
"I'm named life! I'll be right back."
"You promise Renee?"
"I promise, Hope."
*shot*
Goodbye, Renee.
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It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.