Knew they couldn't fix me,
Knew they'd give up,
Because I am worthless
I am empty.
They ask me how I feel
I say nothing.
They ask me what happened
I say the world.
I wonder if they understand,
I wonder if in there minds
The world is perfect
and loving
and forgiving.
Because if that's how they see it,
Then I know
I know that they are blinded
From the ugly place
That I have been,
From the tainted life
That I have lived.
Do they understand
The emptiness
The despair
The pain
The suffering?
Do they feel
Hunger
Shame
Guilt
Despair?
Maybe that's why,
Why they never listened
When I said lock my chains
and hide away the key,
So that I can finally go down
Down the nice nice river,
and I can finally dream,
Dream a dream of peace.
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Short StoryEvery picture tells a story, And every story paints a picture, So why can I not use a picture to tell a story? I do not own any of these pictures. All works in this book are fiction. (Please let me know if you would like me to tag anyt...
