Dia | Aromantic | UK | Female
Time stops and stands still each day, Seems like a year I'm lost and can't be found,
In this darkness, I lay dying, Cold, Empty, and alone.
It holds me down and won't let go, There is no escaping, it consumes me
until there's nothing left. I may look fine, But on the inside I'm full of death
Code by FakeSmile-Fennec
These were the rules that bound us to the derelict, old rickety town. We didn't want to be bound to that damn town. We wanted to be free. We wanted to live with our mother on the sweet, pine-smelling mountains and fields of Ireland. We wanted to run, scream, laugh and play. We wanted nothing more than to live without chains. Back then, we didn't know that our mother had passed away, whilst we were dreaming of watching the sun rise and rolling in the grass, down the hills. We were 6 and 7 then. We had as much fun as we could with those blood-lined chains binding us. Running as fast as we could, down concrete lanes instead of grassy hills. Rolling in the dirt and smelling the smokey depression of the dark town. Smiling whilst everyone else frowned, sneered and shouted at us. We were weird. We were loud. We had issues. But. We had each over. In that dark, self-destructive, bloody, mess of all messes, horrible world. We weren't alone.