Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

emo You took my hand and tried to pull me out of my dark corner only to push me farther into that corner, far away from everyone, and my only way out is to reatch out to my friends hoping they will take me by the hand and help me out again and become the happy child i once was, but you always come back to me and push me farther into the corner each and every time, I reach out my hands so you can take them and pull me out but you instead slap them away and push me farther away, I see a light, a small light, and I see a hand only one, then I see more hands, one by one more hands apear, and I hear voices with comforting words, and then I remember that the voices and hands belong to my friends, they take hold of my hands and pull me out of my corner, I am the happy child I once was, and I wont ever let anybody push me into that dark corner ever again, but even though I am the happy child I once was, there will always be, that small speck, of black ink, that you stained my heart with. I see two more hands that I remember, the other hands let go seemingly smiling at me, then the two hands get closer, and I can see who the hands belong to, it's a boy and a girl, the boy takes my right hand and the girl takes my left, and we walk through the darkness together, and the black stain you left on my heart gets a tiny bit smaller.