Like what?
–
Boom!
Thunder?
A trig getting stepped on?
A howl?
A gun?
Pop, pop, pop.
Fire?
Confetti?
Balloon?
Prescription bottle?
Crack!
Twig?
Plastic?
Wood?
My bones?
Shatter!
Glass?
A rock hitting a window?
My heart?
Snap!
Another twig?
Footsteps?
The fire again?
My rope?
Silence.
Like the night?
Like the library?
The opposite of my mind?
The demons telling to do it?
Stop being a wimp?
Just do it already child, they say.
We’re waiting for you child, they say.
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Why did I write this??
Idk .-.
Ig I was sad one night and just decided to write this .-.
I have a problem don’t I? ._.
Oh and this was when I was camping too