The cop cars passed the cemetery and I watched them chase a speeding driver. Little did that driver know that their fate could turn real bad real soon if they weren't careful. Or they could take someone else's life. Stupid drivers. Stupid humans.

My vision blurred as I watched sticky rain fall onto my tearful face. There I lie. For three days without food. Just sleep that was always interrupted by my screams. I expected the neighbors to do something about it. But I guess they couldn't hear me. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe it was a dream. All of it. But I knew better than that by now, huh?

When I finally woke up, (and I mean, really woke up), I was in some sort of cold room on a hard, concrete floor. There was moonlight spilling through the window. I hear cheery, yet false voices outside a large door. I know that sound. It was just like everyone in my life. They all pretended they were happy. But none of us were. Ha. The story of the boy who died at sixteen and the girl who went crazy.

(this next part you don't have to read)

~I guess you really did it this time,
Left yourself in your warpath
Lost your balance on a tightrope,
Lost your mind tryna get it back

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed to crawl into
Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything,
And everyone believed in you?

It's alright,
Just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are i not where you've been

You're still an innocent

Did some thing you can't speak of,
But at night you live it all again
You wouldn't be