Fear is a conscious decision that has a tendency to grip onto what's not true.
Tears are references to connections to everything one can see.
Flight means to reject the decision to see a new horizon.
Staring down the faces of the evil,
While hiding true valor
With an undiscovered purpose.
To be afraid of the steps ahead before they are even taken.
To live and yet, not to be alive.
If one can travel with might and hold all things dear, then why must the inferior ideas in man's world be valued with an intent of never realeasing the dragon that wants to be. Why must the image of doing something of expression be valued as lesser. To let the emotions of pain be held within one's self only engages the fact the ideas and expressions will never be pursued because they are ugly and never will be desirable. They will never be expressed like the other fates that are acceptable to see everywhere.
A desire to burst apart with any means.
To laugh at what's the true side of a humans reflections and
To look down upon all of those who seek to feel vulnerable.
The act alone is considered a cowardice even when the true sight to behold are the ones who laugh with vengeance to dish out to all of those who seek gratification through torturing an innocent soul who has no boundaries for the capability of doing the impossible. The ones who laugh can only be contained to see one life, their own, and not see the other lives and their capacities for doing everything the blind can't.
The feeling is fueled by the constant tales of the blind's lies.
Rejection.
Over
And
Over
Again.
Who are those to say what it feels like to die inside everyday when they are the ones who create death. The ones that create the rejection and the ones who make an endless cycle of tormenting the ones who can see the good in everyone and everything. It's useless to make amends in a way that will never do anything good for a feeling that will never be filled. It's growing old and I am tired of it.
Shame on them. Shame on them.
Shame on the ones who make others feel like they want to fall apart every single time they open themselves up to bond of "friendship".
Shame on the ones who make me feel like I have torn someone apart every time I have to live and breath with you. Every time you make me choose.
Shame on myself for wanting worth from the ones who make me hand out shame to the one who expressed themselves. Shame on me for wanting to fit in with what's "cool" by hurting my family.
Empathy for the ones who need comfort.
Empathy for the ones that are broken.
Empathy for the ones who can't feel anymore.
The wounds that have set in deep can never be fully healed when the memory of the haters fill the mind. The scarring of words can also leave a person no choice but to never let the "lies" of everyone (even the kind ones) get through. The soul will shut out all of what it needs not to feel.
Ever again.
Now thanks to all of the evil lent to every soul that shows weakness, the hurt will never live.
They will never know what it means to be alive.
"Wishing for Screams," is wishing for the bullied souls to strive to greater heights that ever seen before. It is to see the broken tear through the bubble the vengeful have created and explode. Let them see the real person with passion and who cares about others and how they feel. Let them see tears. Let them see the sadness. For once the meek have stood up to their captors with a never before seen anger, a never before seen wrath and a never before seen attitude they will scream something will shine through the valleys, mountains and grasslands that will help break the voices, or rather the chains, of those who have and are suffering now. Scream to let out the true meaning and purpose of your life and scream to let out anything they have or will hold against you.
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