Growing up

Run boy run, this world isn't made for you. Run boy run, don't do what they tell you to do

Run boy run, life isn't what you expect it to be. Run boy run, take this advice from me

The Change

Matthew is a poo
He doesn't share his food with me
Maybe one day

Matthew is so great
I love him beyond compare
Please can I have more

Who?

Who?

Matthew Never Shares

I stare longingly at it, my mouth watering. As he lifts it to his mouth I can see each individual crumb of crunchy cookie and every smear of sweet chocolate on his lips.

"Can I please have some?" I say in my sweetest tone.

"No," he replies in an equally sweet tone.

I am trying my hardest to master my desire, but it becomes too great.

"Give it to me," I growl. 

"It's mine," he says, turning away. 

Fine. 

I leap onto his back and attempt to wrestle it from him as he tries to enclose it in his mouth. I cover it and he bites my finger with an exclamation of rage. His fist instinctively clenches around the remaining bite and we both gasp with horror. 

He slowly opens his hand, the world still and silent, both of us frozen in the middle of the fight. A mushed lump is revealed. He cries with mourn at his lost piece of cookie, but quick as a flash, I whip it out of his clammy hand and eat it.

"No!" He swipes at me but the cookie is already dancing on my taste buds.

I shake my head out of the fantasy and watch as he takes the last bite. He turns to me.

"Do you have any water?"

Tunnel

The air grows colder, the fear inside me crawls deeper. The tunnel never seems to end. No one knows where the tunnel goes. All i know is i have to make it to the end...

OR DIE!!!!!

What?

Thin

When everything is hanging on by a thin thread. When you feel like all the strings inside you are about to snap. When you feel like there's nothing left you can do. When there is no shred of hope. Sometimes. Its easier to just let go and fall in to eternal darkness. Atleast there... no light can burn your soul.