My Precious Figments
Life.
Never simple .
Never stopping.
Never fading.
Sat in my room .
In darkness
Isolation.
I have no real life.
Just figments.
Although people think it's a lie.
They call to me
We laugh
We cry
We're friends.
We go places
To magical lands.
The stories we live in.
It's real.
Or it should be .
I have three figments.
The first figment is quiet , psychotic and is crazy like me.
Inside her mind is truly free.
The second is violent, confident and loud.
Though there are some moments were there's never a sound.
The third knows most things and bursts out into song.
And truly she wants to never be wrong.
My world is more interesting than the one outside .
My fellow figments act as my guide.
The reason they're figment,
and not my friends is because my adventure,
is to my own end...
I have been in solitary confinement in the asylum for ten years now.
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--------Hello minna .I can honestly say that I am not in an asylum and the I am not halucinating as of yet. Although I may be as crazy as I seem, even I don't that myself. :D
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