She felt everything, she felt everyone, she walked in people's shoes, just to understand them. And what did they do? The complete opposite. She was unfelt. "And sometimes, I just want it all.. to fall into ruin. The world, the stars, the entire cosmos.. Into a heap of nothing. A discarded dream, a used up plaything. All battered and bruised.. And empty...Like me. . ." --(This poem does not belong to me so credits to the owner of this poem)-- ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I do not own these, but I have added a few parts to these scream poems.