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A brief sensation from the wind,
chills running up and down.
Skipping along the tall, green grass,
in this alive, healthy meadow.
In the distance, mother and father,
father crouching down, ready to pick me up.
My body embracing his warm-hearted soul,
picking me off the ground, in his arms.
Twirling around, hugging tight,
with a swift ki-
Waking up in the box of despair,
the road of misery, I couldn't believe I forgot.
It will never be the same again,
I'll never see a day with my parents.
How do I know that?
the accident when I was young.
I'll never have those same loving-
parents that I cherished when they were alive.
There might be a chance to see them,
maybe when I pass, going to the heavens.
Pulling out my only knife, father's,
as I stabbed the blade into my throat.
The crimson red oozing out, like a squirt gun,
vision fading, weakening from the pain.
Collapsing into the hard cement,
all I could see was darkness.
Slowly seeing the light-
in the distance, vaguely.
Running toward it with-
tears traveling down my face.
The two shadows appearing,
sprinting to give them a hug of happiness.
Disappearing before my embrace,
falling down onto the ground, weeping.
"Why don't you want me!
What did I ever do wrong!" I yelled.
A mysterious voice echoes,
"They HATED YOU!
They thought of you as the DEVIL!
that's why they DIED!"
How'd did that voice know they suffered-
depression...how, just how?
Is this someone that I know?
or is this all a dream?
chills running up and down.
Skipping along the tall, green grass,
in this alive, healthy meadow.
In the distance, mother and father,
father crouching down, ready to pick me up.
My body embracing his warm-hearted soul,
picking me off the ground, in his arms.
Twirling around, hugging tight,
with a swift ki-
Waking up in the box of despair,
the road of misery, I couldn't believe I forgot.
It will never be the same again,
I'll never see a day with my parents.
How do I know that?
the accident when I was young.
I'll never have those same loving-
parents that I cherished when they were alive.
There might be a chance to see them,
maybe when I pass, going to the heavens.
Pulling out my only knife, father's,
as I stabbed the blade into my throat.
The crimson red oozing out, like a squirt gun,
vision fading, weakening from the pain.
Collapsing into the hard cement,
all I could see was darkness.
Slowly seeing the light-
in the distance, vaguely.
Running toward it with-
tears traveling down my face.
The two shadows appearing,
sprinting to give them a hug of happiness.
Disappearing before my embrace,
falling down onto the ground, weeping.
"Why don't you want me!
What did I ever do wrong!" I yelled.
A mysterious voice echoes,
"They HATED YOU!
They thought of you as the DEVIL!
that's why they DIED!"
How'd did that voice know they suffered-
depression...how, just how?
Is this someone that I know?
or is this all a dream?
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