What's wrong?
Nothing, I'm fine.
I'm not, but saying that phrase is quicker than saying I feel like I'm drowning in the sea that we call society.
Grabs my chin, lifts it up slightly.
What's wrong?
This is beginning to feel like a shitty detective interview in a noir film.
An interrogation.
Expect there's no good cop or bad cop.
Just a rather frustrated parent.
A parent that struggles with the fact that she can't stop her son from willingly drowning himself within the sea of demons and his insecurities every god damn evening!
He begins to spasm.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
It begins to feel like white noise.
White noise definition: Noise that should be ignored.
Much like the sounds of the boy as he cries every god damn night.
She gives a dejected smile and laughs at the sound of the shaking.
She has not gotten the answers she was looking for.
He does not know what answers to give.
He walks away.
The integration is now over.
But the boy is still shrouded by shades of black, white and grey.
Much like a crappy noir film.
-XR
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PoesieI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
