I ran really fast and jumpped on my balcony to rest. It felt good to see my dad again, ever since he left i been depressed. People always say "Look she cuts her self our stereotypes were right all emo goths cut!" I was waiting for a day to show them i can stop. I was breathing normaly again and 5 minutes later my mon came in and called me.
"Im out here mom" i said taking a deep breath of night air. " I need to talk to you Ivy". "You werent the only one to say that" I said under my breath. "What Ivy dear", "Nothing" I said hugging her.
"Its a nice night right hunny?" she asked. I smiled "Perfect night I shall say". I yawned. "Sleep Ivy we have a long day tomorrow" I smiled "I agree mom, I agree".
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The moon is out and I rise.
PoetryThis is a story but i hope you like it. I wrote this whith no reffrences at all and picture belongs to me. ENJOY!!
