Walking across the dock, I step in a small splotch of blood, Accidentally smearing it I wash my foot off in the cold mossy lake, I spot a body floating in the water, I slowly back away,
My heart beating so fast, I start to feel nauseous, Sirens beeping, Police cars racing towards me, Anxious I try to sit down,
Only to find my foot misplaced, I fall back but luckily catch myself, A hand wraps around my leg pulling me into the lake, Moments after, I die, floating across the water, I finally realized it was me who died before, Just reliving my death,
Footprints left on the oak wood floor, Paintings hung up, Water running, Pots clanging, Memories marked from the scribbles drawn on the wall,
Sunny days meant hours spent outside, Movie nights every Friday, and sleepover every Saturday, Then the sound of moving trucks, To boxes stacked up,
To an empty house, I find myself in a car heading away from the everything I’ve ever knew, In a new place full of people I’ve never seen before, Sunny days yet no friends to play with, Is this the new place im supposed to call home?
