[ Garden Statue. ] -- Day 4. --

I wake up, Yet another day, Not feeling so well, my right eye stopeed bleeding, but i don't feel so good

Of course i wake up like that, i said mean things to the statue, my mother always said to me, everything that you does, it comes back in double

But i don't care about what my mom said, she's not here anyway, i'm all alone now

Neither does the statue is here, i just see a pile of brocken rocks, I can't even recognize her face

I can't even recognize that it was an statue, now it isn't even a Broken statue, you can't possibly know that it was an statue

I don't feel so good seeing this pile of rocks

I don't even know what to say, but words evade through my mouth, I don't know what I'm saying, but I'm probably saying sorry

I look around, not to call for help, but to see if anyone will see me cry, I don't want people seeing me cry, they'll give me attention, and I'm not the person who deserves attention

Looking around i see trunks of all the trees becoming warped, leaves falling, flowers dying, all of this before my eyes, and I don't even know the reason why

"Stay with me"

I yell

Not even to the statue or the broken rocks

I yell to myself, i don't think that I'm fine

The statue is broken, but i'm feeling sad, the statue should feel sad, it is her that is broken, someone should help her

So why am i yelling to myself?

Why should it be about me?

I'm just an attention seeker, like always

I don't think i can do anything about the statue, and i don't think there is a way to get out of this garden

And if there was a way out, i wouldn't be happy about it, I would just break the statue and go away?

I mean, there isn't a way out so i guess there is time to think about what i did

Just thinking about how i am a horrible person makes me sad

I know i am sad

But if i am so sad of beeing a horrible person, why haven't i changed?

It's not like it's been the first time that i've been a horrible person and been sad about it, so why haven't i changed?

I can't even understand myself, and it's all my fault

Seeing the broken rock doesn't help when thinking about the things I've did

I've been a horrible friend to the statue, She always tried to keep me safe, even when it started hailing

So why hasn't my mind changed?

Why i'm still the horrible person?

Why can't it be her?

Why can't she be the problem?

Why has it always to be me?

Everytime is my fault, everytime is me

There it is, i'm again trying to put the Fault o another person, trying to get away from the problem

I don't think there is an end to that thought

I don't think there is a way out of this garden, i mean, is not a garden anymore, where are the flowers?, Where are the trees?, It's just a empty field, filled with stupid thoughts and a broken statue

I don't think there is a way out of this field

I guess there is time to think about what I've done.