~A Whisper of I Love You~

..."I love you"...

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~A whisper of I love you~

I had a feeling my life was wrong,

That I don’t belong and I should just die.

I was all alone,

Just myself and my imagination,

It was all so sad,

I never had friends,

Never once smiled,

Not even stayed in the same room after a while.

 

I would always stare at the wall,

And imagine something wonderful.

It would scare the doctors that I had,

Confused the patients,

And entertained me.

 

I would usually imagine what my life would be like,

If I wasn’t insane.

If I was normal like most kids,

To be outside and happy,

To just be…

Me.

 

But when I had an amazing sight,

Of what I was seeing through the wall.

It would always come crashing down,

Scare me to death,

I’d scoot backwards on the floor,

Trying to escape the horrible wall.

Tears would flow down my face,

Though I was smiling.

 

When I was against the other wall,

The door to the room would open,

I’d stand up and fall,

And rush towards the door.

The doctors would block the exit, Holding me hostage.

 

It was all so painful,

Staying here.

I just wanted to go home,

To be free from my imagination,

It scared me.

 

I was always caught,

No matter where I ran.

No matter what I did to get away,

I was a toy.

At least,

That’s what it felt like.

 

“I wanna go home! I wanna go outside and be free!” I would always scream that,

After they finished locking me into the confinement room.

I’d cry myself to sleep,

Hoping and wishing this isn’t real.

But it made me excited,

I wasn’t becoming a toy in my mind.

 

I was becoming a person,

My own self.

And that always made me fall asleep,

It was so weird.

Am I suppose to be like this?

Was I made to just cry, scream, run, and dream?

Why am I so messed up!

 

And then I would hear it,

That little voice in my head,

It was saying something over and over again to me.

It would calm me down and the doctors would put me back in my room after this.

The voice,

I liked it.

 

It whispered the same thing to me everyday,

“Sarah? Sarah? I love you. I love you. You’ll be okay soon. I love you. Don’t forget that.”

“I love you too.” I would say back.

 

I didn’t know who was talking to me,

I didn’t know if I was really going to get better.

But at least,

I had someone who loved me.

 

“I love you. I love you.”

It wasn’t my imagination.

“I love you too.”

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