Breathe.
In, out, in, out, in, out.
Okay, just walk through the door...nothing will happen, like always.
Here we go, we can do it, just walk up the stairs and straight to the room.
He walks through the door,
up the long stairs,
through the room's door,
falls on the bed,
crying.
Are you wondering why he's crying?
Yes, he has good grades,
a roof over his head,
food on his plate,
and a bed to sleep in.
But he is missing something so big,
it will leave him hollow.
Where's his mother, father?
Dearest father is at work,
while his mother is 6ft underground.
This boy has no clue how his mother died,
but he was very young when it happened.
So, now he knows no love,
for he had no family since she died.
But nobody knows,
He found an escape.
Under his bed,
Death is waiting in a box.
It collects dust,
Waiting...
For when the boy decides
to make an escape.
Escape from what?
The world
The people
The evil
And
The emptiness in his soul.
- n.s.
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