Story of my Life

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i think of a sky
a sky that im under
in seldom slumber
feeling a high from where i lie as the breeze blows by
distant sounds of childrens play rings soft across the whold feild

today i feel no pain,no shame

no hurtful words and lies ring in my ears
only the sky, me and the breeze
and i smile as i think of colors and pencil lines
i begin to fly in my beautiful sky
the clouds inbetween my fingers
and the wind behind me as i begin to fly no more but i fall
i scream but my echos die and only the wind swishing by and the children playing, voilently echo in my ear
the children that once seemed calming, i feel as if theyre now only mocking my free fall into the earth
and the wind feels tricking as it throws me faster towards the ground
i keep waiting for my death to appear but only clouds stay in veiw
this is my hell as i wake in reality to only see my own happieness rejects me