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I led back on the bed, sighing heavily. I was so weak all the time now, it took most of my energy just to shower - I hated it. What was wrong with me that they couldn't cure? What kind of sin did I commit to end up like this, barely alive? I felt nothing any more - I needed nothing. No wonder everyone deserted me. The only thing I had left that still loved me other than my mother was my drawing set. I picked up a pencil and cradled it, hugging it softly. Feeling tears run down my face, I began to sing - it was one of the only things I still had to convince me my sanity was still there.
''If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song''
I loved that song a lot - it meant a lot to me. Well - it still does now...
''Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors
Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby''
Sounds like my mother a lot.
''A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing
Funny, when you're dead how people start listening''
I wish people would listen to me more. It's all ''Don't talk now, you have a headache'' and they always want me to calm down. I can't calm down - I'm a free spirit! There is nobody to express my colour for me - except my pencils.
I grab my drawing box, switch the lamp on and begin to sketch my imagination.