My hand slips underneath my shirt and pulls it off. I smirk and chuckle. I drop down onto my bed and put on the same show I watch every day. I grab my phone and talk to whoever messages me. I rub my eyes and laugh at the stupid things my friends would send me. I sit and smile. A smile more genuine than anything I could have anymore. I look around at the bright colours that surround me. The window was wide open and fresh air would flow in and out of the room.
Things were sweeter, simpler.
My hand slips under my shirt and scratches and clutches onto my skin. I frown and drop my head in shame. My sins crawl over my face as i pity myself for the dirty deeds I have committed. I'm just a monster. One of them. I put on a different show, one I hate but tolerable. I grab my phone and text the same 3 people all night. I know there bored, but its the thing that keeps me sane. I sit and cry. Faulty fake tears fall down my face and taint the bed I rest on. I look around at the gloomy setting I surround myself with. The dark dirty closet that looms in the corner. I look up at the locked shut window that makes the air tight and stuffy. I stare down at my hands and I drop the phone. I clench my fists and tears slip out once more. Again.
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My Thoughts
RandomI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
