From the Mind of Ryoma Echizen
Summary: Seigaku's tennis team is being sent to therapy after their Coach dies. Their therapist gives them different topics they must write about in their "journals". Nothing too harmful right? Reading the entries of their youngest player puts that to question.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it then it doesn't belong to me.
Chapter Two: Child
Innocence lost too early before it had a chance,
A sport some call a game is only pain to this one
Abandoned by all he stands alone, though not by choice
If something doesn't happen soon, this child will fall
Hiding in the dark of night behind locked doors,
Praying that someone somewhere will save him
Blood dripping and sliding to release the pain,
Crimson like tears and dripping through the floor,
No one to make it stop, before this throat bleeds raw,
Night terrors that are all too real come to choke
Around the thoughts that would try to rise,
And then the nightmare comes, never dies.
Hush child, its coming; this is the fear, footsteps sound one by one
Hush child, don't scream, drip blood and break bone,
Hush child, just close your eyes and forget,
Hush child, and let the world fade, then fall into the abyss.
Expectation runs high and this child is not enough,
Not when the stains are too deep and disgusting,
Not good enough for what it wants,
Not enough, used and tossed away into the fall.
Though he's no child, not anymore.
They don't need to know however,
The ones who will probably never understand anyway
After all, isn't it better this way?