Fell.

 I fell. Through the darkness and across the midnight sky. I fell. It seemed an everlasting fly, leading no where. I fell. I land, somewhere on a cold cobblestone path. I fell. My feet ache, but my brain pushes me on continuing the cobblestone path. I fell. The path gets thinner, and I trudge on to the end. I fell. Clouds blur my vision downward, but. I fell. Down, down into tight air. I fell. Light beams into my eyes, my pupils reacting, but I keep going. I fell. It turns black, my vision. I fell. Air, I feel it flowing through my lungs. I fell. My eyelids flutter open to see myself in my room. I fell, but I stood back up.

Bed.

The bed, it beckons me to come forward. It draws me in, like a fisishing pole. Still, even though the sun calls for my name, the bed shows me care. I stumble forward, my face growing pale every step. One step, after another, I gradually become wrapped into my bed. The sun, goes away disappointed. But me, me and my bed are happily sleeping.

Forget.

I forget, my parents, my sister, my brother. All of my love I forgot long ago, and all the hatred I have found again. They tell me stories of they and I, but I have forgotten long ago. Hatred, I have found, and I have shown them it. They tell me one thing; Forget me not, please.