they say to let go
of the things that
hurt you the most.

but what if
the things that
hurt you the most

was yourself?

drifting down the river,
the little paper boat floats.

sprinting down the river,
in his little amber coat.

"mine, mine, it is mine!"
he screams as if he was given a lethal dose!

swimming down the river,
goes the little paper boat.

sailing down the river,
the ****** characters wrote.

its quote
'the lethal antidote'

"I drew a tree on my wall..
..for every time I feel
sad,
depressed or
hopeless,
the tree grows bigger.
Crying doesn't feel good."

"Then keep drawing.
The tree is growing.
You will never know how big it grows.
You will never know where or how you will draw it.
Next time will always be a different part.

Draw when you're
sad,
happy,
depressed,
cheerful,
hopeless,
hopeful.

Expand it.
One day, you will see it sparkling.
Once you stop crying, you forget how to cry
and you will take back those words.

Cry.

                             Keep crying.

                                                                                              Let it out.


                             You are after all,

                                                      

                                                        just a human."

his eyes then became dull.

im here.
i pushed her,
she is shocked,
she is crying,
she is scared.
i walk away,
out the door.
she ask me
"why?"
with such a fragile tone.
she wails,
she screams.
hands slamming on
the ground.
i dont look back,
i keep walking forward.
fist clenched,
i slam the door frame,
she stops,
i slam the door.
the car engine starts.
im gone.