Sunday, December 6, 2015

Bio 74

Yesterday, I went into the bedroom and went to check on my closet for the shirt with a losing button and there he was, sitting on the ground curled up all sad and melancholic with a headphone in his ears listening to a melody which was even sadder than him. I checked on my shirt and left him there, shut the door and left him in there. A few steps and I heard him cry and burst into tears, that I couldn't go on leaving him like that. I had to go back and get him; I stood him up and hugged him but I was not able to say a thing. He kept sobbing on my shoulder and couldn't stop it. I hung in there for a while until he calmed down a bit and when he did, he just stood there and stared at me with his eyes filled with impending explosion.
You brought me in this world and it's not a good world; I am tired of this place and want to go home where there is nothing to think about. I don't want to be here in this hell hole, what burns me is what tortures my mind, your behavior has changed and that kills me. The people you go with and the actions you take, all and all are becoming unbearable, and I couldn't hear anymore as he went on telling me who I am, narrating what I already knew about myself...