When I was little I used to imagine I lived in a comic book

because there things would be better than here

I knew this world was ugly

I knew people did not get what they deserved

I knew not everything would go the way you wanted it to

but for some reason I lead myself to believe

those things would never happen to me

or the people I loved

I wish I was still that kid;

escaping there because this world is so dark

Although in the end I believed that there always were happy endings

I believed that in the end the good guy will win

and save the city

If my 6 year old self was right

then how come my friend is fighting depression

and has been winning; not letting depression take her life

but still suffers everyday

Im scared evil may win

Im scared because honestly it could happen to anyone

her

you

me

I like to believe this is a comic book