Wind howled, ripping through trees, swinging the lone swing, in the playground by the cemetery. There was a girl, about 8 years old. she was pale, with jet black hair and a dark red ribbon. She had dark rings around her eyes, and a hard glare, staring at the swing.
She took a step towards it, but seemed to recoil back into the cemetery. she seemed to want to go to the abandoned swing, but why was she attached to the cemetery. was she... dead. no, that wasn't possible, she's much to young. although. she might be.
she took three steps back, and then ran straight for the swing, when she got to the edge of the cemetery it was as though she was blocked. she couldn't get to the swing. why did she want to go to the swing. because I needed to play.
One two three. one two three, one two three. The words were repeated over and over. one two three, one two three. one two three four. this is alarming, why is there now a fourth number, why did the routine change. this is the strangest thing, why did they stop my routine just as i was beginning to understand. i couldn't do it. why . why . why. i began to adapt to the new step and the new number, one two three four one two three four. right left up down down up right left. one two three four five, they added the fifth thing, that was one more thing too think about, one two three four five one two three four five, step two three four five. this is crazy, what am i doing, why am i here. too many numbers too many steps. make it stop make it stop make it stop. one hahaha two hahaha the knife is coming four you five six, ribs. spleen is ripped four five six, one two three please help me. hahaha. now you're dead.
please, all i want is a photograph.
just one to look at and admire your face,
your father and i miss the way you look in photographs,
all i want is a photograph.
please just one measly photograph,
one where your face lights up
and yours eye are twinkling.
just one measly photograph.
allow me one little photograph,
which i can caption with words of love,
words of happiness, not those of pain,
one little photograph.
please just one photograph,
where you still look beautiful,
although your long brown hair is gone and black,
just one photograph.
please, allow me a photograph,
no rosy cheeks, they're muted out,
no pale lips, they're dark red,
allow me a photograph.
please, daughter, a photograph,
just to see you smile again,
please, dear daughter, a photograph.
I'm not sure where to begin. The only problem i really have is the fact that I don't know where my life is going,. they told me i was going nowhere, i passed through elementary school with a c grade average, and I'm surprised that they didn't hold me back through high school, i passed with a d grade in most subjects. I guess the subject that i liked most was English, i mean it was the only one i got anything higher than a c in, so that's something i guess. I guess ill pursue that through with college. but how do i practice and better myself enough to be considered okay at what i have chosen to do. I guess ill google it, although google isn't always helpful. somethings on google turn out to be exactly opposite from what i need. maybe that's why i failed most things and why i didn't have any friends. why didn't google tell me how to make friends and how to keep them, why didn't it tell me about how to be a better person so people actually liked me. i guess google is just useless. oh well, its okay.