I conjure me some company on the paper.
But they don’t share my loneliness.
I write me up some imaginary friends.
But they don’t speak by themselves.
I kinda wish I had those soft toys girls always have.
Something to hug when the memories come & the tears starts.
But I know boys don’t do that.
Need an escape but I don’t know how.
I look for advice,
My imaginary friends are there;
But they know what I know.
Which isn’t saying much.
So, I try the bars but I can’t break free.
There’s no door,
Can’t find a way out.
Trapped & frustrated,
I’m lost & helpless.
& now the ghosts are coming out!
I slash at them.
But, my body’s covered in cuts.
The blood seeps out,
It’s a relief, I’ve never felt before.
The burden’s gone.
I’m lighter than air.
Now I can just slip past the bars.
I’m loosing blood
& I realise I’m loosing our memories too.
No, I don’t want that.
No! No! NO!!!
I freak out.
Desperately trying to hold on to us.
I scream for help,
My imaginary friends are there.
But they can’t speak by themselves.
Lying in my own blood.
Too weak to speak,
Too weak to breath now.
I look at them,
All smiling smugly at my helplessness.
And as I pass out,
Just like the real ones
They fade away, too.
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