Nov 2015
Come, child, let us play,
Let us feel the the world together.
Let me be your friend.
Forget about them.
Their mean words hurt?
Yes, that's why I'm here, child.
To ease the pain.
To release the anger.
To them, who always hurt you,
Where was mom anyway?
Oh, there she is.
Screaming with dad as always.
Something new?
Leave them, child, and come with me.
We won't be far.
Just near, by the river,
With no one but the two of us.
Child, come, let us jump.
No, it won't be long.
Come, child, you'll see.
Let us feel the the world together.
Let me be your friend.
Forget about them.
Their mean words hurt?
Yes, that's why I'm here, child.
To ease the pain.
To release the anger.
To them, who always hurt you,
Where was mom anyway?
Oh, there she is.
Screaming with dad as always.
Something new?
Leave them, child, and come with me.
We won't be far.
Just near, by the river,
With no one but the two of us.
Child, come, let us jump.
No, it won't be long.
Come, child, you'll see.
Something darker than usual. I just want to touch the side of suicide and depression. In how depression really sinks in the minds and actions of many of us today.
“Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted
“Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted
(Manila)
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