It grips you and pulls on your face. Your lids drop, your head rolls, and your arms somehow find themselves pulled against your knees. You sit back; a towel raised to your cheek. You don't care to remember. The reasons why you're here. And when you close your eyes, you're not there. You're far away from here. It's all so easy then. So effortless. So close...yet so far away.
Your lips tremble, you're scared, but you try not show fear. You're alone. It's the moment you've realized everyone has left you. You're by yourself. No one is there for you. But you got your back. Soon, it'll all be over. It'll be easy....it'll be gone. It'll be painless.
With realization, you don't do it for the attention. To hell with that. You know people aren't watching you. They "trust" you. They think you're a pretty okay kid. You're doing alright. Nice grades, decent to their parents, studious. What could possibly go wrong? And what would they care? All they need is their perfect little child and their life is complete. But yours isn't. Far from it. What completes life, anyway? Lies, deceit, and hate? Loneliness?
Ice runs through my veins, and for the first time, I don't have the air conditioner on.
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Holy frick. Your writing is really amazing. It sort of pulls you in and makes you want to read more and more. Mostly, writing in second person doesn't work, but in this case, it worked really well. So kudos for that.
ReplyDeleteBut, the main reason I loved this was because I could relate, unfortunately, very well with most of what's written.