When there's no one to hear you cry, who will understand?
When there's nothing to help you out, who will lend you a hand?
When there's no taste on the tip of your tongue, how do you know you're not fake?
When there's no sound of your heart beating, how do you know you're awake?
My name is Lion Heart. I'm supposed to have the courage of a lion. I don't. I was only nicknamed Lion because of my shaggy mane. I'm lost. I don't know where I am. But there's that subconscious voice at the back of my mind telling me insane thoughts.
And now I don't know what's real anymore.
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All stories start off with something like: "I was at school, messing around...etcetera, etcetera."
This isn't a story.
All tales would continue with something like: "And then the teacher must have realised I was gone, because I didn't get called back..."
This isn't a tale either.
All fables would then proceed to say something like: "I was absent."
This isn't a fable. This is my life.
And I'm not just absent from class. My mind is not attached to my soul. Whatever my mind tells me to do, I do, no matter what my soul says. When I know I've done something wrong, my soul tells me so.
But how do you stop yourself from doing it? You use your mind. Unfortunately for me my mind is the complete boss of me. It has total control over my body, total dominance.
I will stop myself one day. I will stop and think, "This is me."
Welcome to my world. Take a seat and stay awhile.
