twisted tales of nursery rhymes (#2016wattys)

playing your heartstrings like a violin.

Have you ever had something your extremely sentimentality attached to. Be it a blanket you had as a child, a momentum from that one family holiday... or maybe even a person. Or even a child. Picture that sentimental object. Now imagine loosing it. Imagine watching as it I'd burnt in a house fire. Or image they are dying in your arms imagine watching as the light leaves their eyes... as they... take ...their ...last.

Now that you have that in your head imagine this if you can. The pain in your heart as you watch what you love the most being viciously ripped away from you.
That pain your feeling in your heart as the hot tears pour from your eyes. That my dear friends Is the emotional trauma from that event which you have witnessed gripping a knife in one hand and ruthlessly carving and mauling at your heart strings. One by one the are torn apart by the brute force of a blunt knife.

By now it will be difficult to breath as you sob uncontrollably. Not a nice little oh boo hoo my poor belongings I can replace them and I will be over it in an hour. But I full on ugly hot cries and snot all over the place as that one irreplaceable thing which you had imagined you would forever treasures is stolen from you because life Is never kind enough or fair enough to those who need it the most. This pain in your chest is your heart struggling to keep you alive as all the little strings holding it together are snapped.

Not long now and you won't be alive.well You will be alive but you won't be living. Your soul, your every being will be dead you will just be a shell parading about with a mask of absolute fairness glued to your face so nobody can see what you truly hide beneath it.

This is a natural part of life maybe one day you will gain the courage to take of the mask and try to fix your shattered soul if your lucky. But for some, for thise few who are not as lucky. They suffer crying themselves to sleep at night because they can't handle the loss. The trauma. The absolute emptiness which can sometimes never be filled.
They resort to ridding themselves of all emotions to avoid ever having to go through this pain again. All feelings the label as dangerous and deadly. Like a sickness they must avoid at all times. We see people like this and we in turn label them.

We label them freaks because they are not like us.
We label them psychopaths because we don't understand the meaning of the word.
We lable them as insane because we see them as not normal.

These people are damaged. The have become sociopaths because of a trauma they could not get over because they could not make themselves forget or forgive and then they go through every day of the rest of their lives being labeled. Because we overcame the pain. Or never felt it in the first place. And we don't understand why they couldn't.

This is not biased of of a nursery rhyme or fairy tail.