Life Suffering

Everyday they take a peice of my mother,
and everyday they take away more of my soul.
They chop her away and they kill her slowly,
alot like their doing to me.

They tease me and point in my direction,
but I ignore them 'cause I do not care.
One day they will suffer and know what it's like
to be tortured, ridiculed, and looked down upon.
To have people screaming and yelling at you,
causing your blood to boil and tears stream down your face,
your heart filled with agony and pain.
To suffer every waking moment of their useless lives.
To feel like their damned and their soulds bound to the pits of hell.
Their life slowly and painfully disintegrating into
a whirlwind of nothingness, spiraling into a fiery abyss.
To live the rest of their wretched lives alone and in dispair,
growing forever weary of the hope that happiness will once again return to them.
They will die slowly and painfully, alone and sad, and they will know the true meaning of sorrow.

by BrandyReckaway
posted on 05/19/2009