Short Story's

#3

The lost boy:

I saw a pretty boy, he look up to the sky. Watches the clouds floating over, out of the line. He looks at the stars, which are similar to his scars.

My true side:

There is a boy in my head, he looks down at my chest. I exactly know how he fell, cause he isnt real. And I wish I could be like him, but I still pretend. And I know he is me, but he isnt free. And I wish I could be more like me.