#11 Life Is Crule

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Basically, two best friends. 1 is bold, 2 is italic. 1 is a very reliable character.

How are you? I haven't heard from you in a while.

The usual, counting down the days since I was a child,

I don't know what you are talking about.

You don't know? Do you want me to shout?

I'm tired of living and I wish to be dead,

Roses in my hand of crimson red,

But why? I don't understand.

Because you are still living in fairy tail land,

But you are still young, everything set for a great path.

Excuse me while I sit and laugh,

You are acting so mean, like you hate everyone.

Because thats all thats left that is fun,

Stop being silly, you are only fourteen.

And I'm dreaming of Death and his blood red sheen,

You seem to think I can switch off these thoughts,

You don't understand, I amount to nought,

You are not alone in this plight.

Tell that to the demons laughing in delight,

What happened to you? What made you like this?

I realized God was taking the piss,

I am not pure, good hearted or brave,

There is no light in my soul to save,

But why? Why are you crying?

Because I can feel my insides dying,

Talk to me, was it a boy?

I woke up and realized I'm nothing but a toy,

You won't answer straight, you can tell me!

No-one but my soul will whisper, leave me be!

Are you hurting yourself? I need to know!

Are you asking about scars like snow?

You will find none because my arms are bare,

You don't want my problems, they are in my head cause I keep them there,

I was your friend, we used to talk about everything.

Who we loved, who we'd marry, even the rings.

I have changed and I know more then plenty,

I will not live to see twenty,

Don't talk like this! You need help!

Kick the puppy to hear the yelp,

Why? Tell me please.

The girl you knew forgot the lease,

Goodbye life and friends,

You can play with the truth and pretend,

I was in the darkness, lost forever,

But I was the one who held the ravens feather,

Hello?

Oh no!

Are you here?

Is the line not clear?

That was the story of how I died,

And how I truly felt inside.

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