For him, everyday is a battle
Getting out of bed, a battle
Getting dressed, a battle
Going to school, a war zone
Smiling and lying to everyone, an Armageddon
Trying not to burst into tears, a battle
Trying to make it seem your fine, a holy war
Trying not to end his life, a battle he lost
His last breaths were in his favourite place, the library
Because even for a just a second, he didn't have to lie, smile or fight
Because he wouldn't even be in that world
He would be in his own, living without a problem
So dying in that place was probably the only peace he ever got and now people regret
Because they noticed the lying, the Armageddon
They noticed the glazed eyes, the battle
They saw he was not fine, the holy war
But it's to late, because he lost it all.
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Random stories I make in my mind
Short StoryThis book thingy is just a bunch of story's I make in my weird head and no one will read this so whyyy not yaaaaaaaaaaay I was bored, actual front picture will becoming soon maybe
