When you were young it was fun
You were loved.
Your dad was nice
You had a mom
In till one day
That one day
It was the worse
You lost your blade
That was by far the worse
Yep. Why haven't I ended it?
My friends?
My family?
Or the one thing that keeps you living
She watches you.
Well she watches me.
She's the little girl I once was
Happy.
Fearless.
Perfect.
Wait you perfect?
I was perfect.
Or maybe just happy.
But it's your imagination.
Right?