A STORY OF 6 KIDS
A gloomy run down neighborhood.
a street with nothing but outcasts out of all one family stands out.
a family with 6 emo/goth children.
all having nicknames from the shadows.
nickie(nick), the baby.
Mizu(jasmine), the anime lover.
Shadow(joseph), the little gay boy.
Shada(krysie), the caring middle child that plays "councelor" alot.
Lucifer(max), the one with
Scyrus(josh), the oldest an wisest of all the teens.
they all seem to have no worries and care free but thats wrong.
all used to pain. and they all once expressed it on the flesh of their arms.
they'd cry out with the help pf razors all because of her.
a mother that once hurt them.
all used to raised hands meaning brace yourself for impact, screaming, and getting cut in their sleep with sharp objects.
wearing long sleeves and never dressing out was how they hid their secret.
until a councelor came and saw the baby with a razorblade.........
all were taken away and put in phych and asked many things.
"do you have more cuts?" "how'd you do it?" "why are ther brusies and cuts all over you?" "did this happen to all of you"
finnally snapping all the 6 told.
they told their story and were put on meds for a while.
now they all reside in a gloomy neighborhood were they pretty much stick to themselves.
all the other kids stay away at the mall out of fear of the 6 but they dont care.
now they are all fine, off the meds, and just have a few nightmare now and then.
and they are in a better home and very happy.
dont ask. the poem explains itself. im just expressing myself.