Halfway Mark.

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When I was little,
I'm pretty sure I started out on 0%
And as I grew up,
Laughing and smiling.
Loving and caring,
I filled myself to 100%

But everyday after,
I could feel it going down.

At first it happened slowly,
99%

99%

98%

98%

96

94

91

But then it happened quicker,
89%

85%

80

78

And it slowed down on the happy days too,
So I'd try them out.

I'd try making happy days,
I wouldn't think so much.

Find new hobbies,
Meet new people.

And it would work,
Because for a while it stayed.

It didn't increase,
But it hadn't decreased either.

So I was okay,
For a while.

Then somebody knocked it right down again,

73%

And it kept moving,

72

71

70

But it stopped for a while,
I made more friends.

I talked about my problems,
I moved away from old ones.

I moved a lot,
And it moved with me.

Then there was the day I turned eighteen,
And I realised.

I'm on 50%.

I don't know where it happened,
But somewhere along the line it had.

And now

I know I'm just between

23.5 and 7

23.5 and 7 %

The scary part is,
That I do know how that happened.

Ever since I got to the halfway mark,
The halfway point that kicked the process into motion.

I kept dropping.

And I knew when.

And I knew why.

But I didn't understand.

I still don't.

Because I wanna be happy.

But I really just can't.

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