Deep poem
Not everything is made to make you happy.
Somethings are meant to be broken.
Somethings are meant to be.
Not everything ends up as cute as that beautiful vibrate ruby red rose.
I am not what everyone thinks I am.
I'm not what people like of as "Normal".
The monsters inside bullied me til I no longer had a sole to have.
The darkness inside of me grew until I no longer had any feelings toward the beautiful things.
I became afraid...
I became afraid of myself and the monsters inside of me.
I became afraid of breathing air.
I became afraid to ever think about my own happiness.
I wish...
I wish I wasn't ever destroyed by those monsters.
I wish I was made better to adapt to this harsh and hellish universe.
I wish I was a better person.
I wish I had the perfect family.
I wish I was nothing.
Sometimes I think that I just wasn't meant to be in this world.
I think to my self and think that one day my life will no longer exist and everyone will finally be happy.
The thing is, who will weep in the ever so beautiful shimmering tears toward me.
Who will wish that I was back to the earth and trying to live to my fullest potential.
Who will wish that I was the happiest girl in the world.
Who will wish that I was never broken or beaten by those monsters.
Who will be there when I am all alone crying and screaming my heart out because of all the missary I went threw.
Who will help me stay alive in this world and never fade away.
What will happen if I never helped that girl who was crying because she lost her friend by suicide.
What would happen if I never helped that homeless person in the streets and introduced them to singing.
What would happen if I accidently cut my silky skin too deep and the tainted blood went everywhere and killed me.
What would happen if I actually completed that suicide attempt.
What would happen if I never existed and this was all just a dream....
