Citadel

I Have No Emotions

The slashes on my body cannot handle the pain of a the eyes that creep their glaze at me.

I dream that i would be ahead the clouds to only be struck down with agony.

I was a fool to believe I can help those in need.

The glares to the beating to the abuse.

I can't handle it anyomre.

I have no emotions.

I am a corpse that has no design  in emotions.

My heart thumping harder and harder to the selflessness to help and save others. 

I was a fool to not keep my mouth shut.

I wished I can vanish from this dark paradise a call my life.

The clawing on my neck for being so afriad to speak my mind 

To sobbing to be able to sleep becuase my can't do the job I was given.

My family disowns my beliefs.

Disowns my judgment.

Disowns everything i put my heart and soul into that  isn't what they think is the best for me.

They created a child that is afriad to feel that he is not good enough.

 I dreamed every night thinking about how it would have been if I weren't around;

How their lives would be?

Would it be joyful or will it be miserable?

Will my friends be sadness, or my true friends be sadness?

I have a pure heart of gold that is rotting into nothingness until their is only scraps left.

My body engulf by worms eatting their way through me to give nutrients to the dirt around.

Maybe that is the life for me...

A life that I can be represented by...

Dirt and Death.