My own short stories

The Boy Who Left Home

This Little boy wakes up
Everyday saying "hi" to his friend
He happily skips out of his room
To his parents and says "hi"
They don't look
They don't smile
They just frown

Why are they frowning?
I'm drowning myself
To see a smile from my parents
The little boy said to himself

His friend takes him by the hands
Hands so cold
So pale
To lead them somewhere
Where happiness is...

The little boy cries
Cries till he wants too
He remembers
Everything
Sad, Bad memory

He never wakes up everyday
He never was asleep
He could never sleep

Now he knows why his parents were like this...

He was sick
Then he faded
Then woke up
And their was his friend
Waiting....
For him...
Everyday he waited...
Till this day they see each other again

His parents knew
But didn't say
Till the day came
He went away
And left on his way