I woke up crying...for the first time, ever
What a terrible feeling to wake up too...the thoughts didn't help me
Then what did I do after waking up
I drew lines of the crimson red on my arms
Tracing those lines with my thoughts to create the monsters in my head
Monsters telling me lies...
Or just the horrible truths
What would the child of me think...?
What are those red lines? Did you colour on yourself?
No, I didn't colour these lines....
Then what are those lines for?
I guess you can say I just gave up on living....
Have I failed to live?
Maybe....
Does that mean I'm gone?
Probably
Where did I go?
...
...
That's the thing, I have know idea....
So, what is it like. . .with those lines on your arms?
They're a pain, to put it simply....
What does mom and dad think about them?
I wouldn't know. . .I haven't told them about these lines....
Why not?
...
Would they be mad at us?
They wouldn't be mad, just. . .upset with us....
Upset. . .why would they be upset with us?
Because. . .because I wasn't able to make them happy....
Why not? Have we disappointed them?
Yeah. Yeah I did, but it's not your fault. It's just because I wasn't able to handle anything. . .maybe because I was too weak....
Weak? What made you weak?
Reality, but lucky for you, mom and dad can protect you from it...
Is reality scary?
Yeah, it is scary. . .since I don't have mom and dad to protect me from it....
Why not?
...
You'll understand when you're older, but I have to go now....
Oh, okay. Bye bye, I'll see you later!
Maybe....
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Poetry of my Thoughts
PoetryI guess this would be poetry. Somethings that I write to get my frustration out. Or I just start to get all poetic...something like that I guess.
