An Innocent Suicide

I was nine. I failed to kill myself.

I couldn’t die when I really wanted to die.

So, I’m still here.

I loved portraying my world with imaginations, though, one day,

at the critical moment, my sweet little enjoyment was destroyed by people who are so-called well-balanced hypocrites.

Then I lost the way of being a child who was looking for the map to future.

I am hungry now.

I don’t remember I had been hungry before I tried to suicide anyway.

I can’t catch me sometimes as if I am not myself.

So I’m still chasing for the reflection of mine and lost toys in my memories.