The whole city was full of color, There is a lot of people who's dancing side by side of the road, theres a lot of fancy carriage, and a big parade for the people, Celebrating for the festival.
However, no matter how much color they put in a city there would always be a limit in everything. There would always be a darkness, in every color.
The child, who is being abused and being used has his eyes empty. There is nothing, he can't feel anything or he just choose to not feel anything? he just know that he is tired, his body, his mind, his mind, he's mentally and physically tired.
When.. when can I sleep?
A lot of people are saying that dying wasn't the answer, but is it not really?
A child who's being abused. Has his eyes swolen, has his bottom eyes black, his body is full of bruises, a lot of scars. He's body has been used as many times as those bastard want. His parents sell him for a high price after turning eight. He doesn't know what to do, or he really wasn't given the chance to choose.
He doesn't have the strength to stand, he doesn't have the even have the strength to life his hand, a finger or open his mouth. He has no strength to fight or he doesn't want to. He has no place to return to.
When he was a child he always ask his parents, why did they always lock him up?
He always want the freedom to laugh with other kid, he want to play with them, he always want to ask why do their eyes is shining like that?
How does it feel to run around?
How does it feel to be hug?
What it feels like to cry from being wounded because of a single trip?
But now, He doesn't want to ask them, he want to go back in time and beg his parent never let him go outside. He would never be greedy anymore.
Just please get me out. Just let me take a break, and let me breathe.
He want to ask his parent why did they out him here.
Is it because he is a bad child?
Is it because he steal a bread from the table after waking up hungry?
Is it because he want buy a gift for them instead of just giving the money for them?
Death wasn't a punishment. Death wasn't painful. Its a blessing. A permission to rest.
His eyes was starting to close, after hearing a few laugh that he doesn't want to hear again.
