TICKLE TORTURE

 I LAUGHED LOUDLY, THEN I SCREAMED IN MY MIND FOR HER TO STOP.

I cry, in silence as I bubbled up with mirth.

A lady dressed in a long gown, slides her way down the stairs, to the library.

She mindlessly brushed her hand over the books, and deeply smell the rooted earth around her nose.

The huge window panes are drowning with the heavy rain outside. A dark tones of piano melodies plays through her ears, setting just the right dream.

She sits quietly on the ground both arms holding herself, slowly the memories slips in as she spins into madness.

AGONY

 Agony is someone that we forgot existed. Agony feels pain that can't be describe, Agony tears silently even when his head is screaming in pain, like it was going to explode.

Agony holds his head painfully, trying to gasp for air. The agony is not knowing why we are feeling so much pain. We really didn't understand.

The head throbs in pain, we are often shamed and made to feel terror. Still we pretend, like it was not her.

No one's mother would do that. Mother were suppose to love their child and take care of them. Treat them gently and lovingly.

Agony knows real pain, and we buried him. So that we can continue to pretend that everything is okay.

Agony is too emotional, who gasp for air and cry uncontrollably. These types of behaviour should be hidden. 

It's not that we want to bury him, we tried to comfort him, but his pain grew and it was too painful for all of us. So we freeze and slowly kept him silent. We really don't know how to help you or comfort you.

We are really sorry.