sadness
Tears are falling out of my eyes like rain drops, falling on the floor, and flowing away.
The deep, deep sorry lies and secrets are making me very emotional and anger inside…
Blood from the bottom of my feet, flowing across the room from the blusters and cuts I made on my frail body. Standing here in this black dress, watching my hands get colder and colder because there dying very slowly inside, and each day. My brown hair is messed up because of the leaky roof upon the ceiling. “I feel so sad”, that I’m here along, crying that I left my family in the dust. Forgetting my beautiful childhood, for a generation, of hate and crime. From a city of love, to a state of hate. So sad and fearful that it’s not even funny anymore. I helped people in the past, but they didn’t help me in the future. When I was sick, hurt, depressed, and lonely they all left and went to there own world and left me in this one. I did a lot of stuff in the past, but that doesn’t make me a bad person, now and back then. I have this sickness this disease, which I can’t control. This painful feeling is just dripping inside.

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