cold tales

Im still gone

I wasn't ready for life,
I get distracted,
I'm coved in lies to put me asleep,
She wasn't ready for me,
I wasn't ready for me,
Not old enough to grow,
But yet I grew up quick,
My parents get mad,
They look and say what did I do,
I stare and blankly say out it was me that did me,
They stare into me dark brown eyes,
As the black cat and hawk came towards me,
Frightened they slowly rub against me,
Shoulder by shoulder,
I felt warmness..,
My mom and father holding me,
They let me go,
Men took me, 
I was gone and out of my parents life's ,
I wanted to bang my fist into a wall,
I cried,
I love my parents I whispered,
They had ideas what happened,
But I cause myself to hurt,
I came home safe but medicated,
Issues came,
Things where figured,
And.. now ...
I'm still gone
Who was I?
Never to come to myself,
Am I out of my body,
The thing leaves and comes as it pleases,
It hopes I leave,
The black cat, hawk , the butterfly, and the Jaguar,
They face the mass of black who was a colorful ocean,
But is now a error of life.
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