Crossing the line
I walked the fine path between life and death and did'nt know which to chose. Once i tryed to cross the line and my mother found me, and know im here. This so called''happy place'' where the people walk around with fake smiles..while there insides boil with angry towards the people who put them here. Like me.
Some of us steel the forks and the knifes that they give us...they may be plastic but they are sharp. After awhile we have lots of are weapons and we use them on us. They only bother us when we yell or something so we are safe.
First cut...broke the skin
Second cut...blood starts to come
Third cut..im falling asleep
Next thing i know my mom is crying and i try to hug her to tell her it's ok..that im happy. But she can't fell me..or see me. Then i pulled into this dark place..no light...and evil laughter..this is my new home.
I have finally crossed the line.
Some of us steel the forks and the knifes that they give us...they may be plastic but they are sharp. After awhile we have lots of are weapons and we use them on us. They only bother us when we yell or something so we are safe.
First cut...broke the skin
Second cut...blood starts to come
Third cut..im falling asleep
Next thing i know my mom is crying and i try to hug her to tell her it's ok..that im happy. But she can't fell me..or see me. Then i pulled into this dark place..no light...and evil laughter..this is my new home.
I have finally crossed the line.