Stages 6-10-17 10:43 PM
I'm on a stage, preforming my act, upon waiting for a curtain call, I mess up and fall. Laughs erupt all around me. . .
I have stage fright, could you tell? When I try to end it all, I watch myself fall, hanging my head low.
"Stupid." "Idiot." "Mistake."
And worst of all. . .
"CrEeP!"
I can't help it if I'm bipolar or insane. My brain and arms are sick of the pain. I wake up as a marionette, having my final thread cut.
Falling off stage with a thud, others gasp as I lay in a puddle of my own. . . . . .
bLoOd. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .