I see a small child, upset over losing her teddy bear. A teddy bear that was her life. Her everything... I've lost my teddy bear, and I am alone and wishing more than anything I'm not... That they do care. That there is hope. That all I see is one long terrible nightmare, that will fade as new hope shines through illuminating my life and turning a hopless soul into a beautiful human that everyone loves... But that isn't going to happen. I am alone. And there is no one coming to save me. No one cares enough to see my pain, my torture, my unhealthy thoughts. I hide my face full of shame as they laugh at my flaws and I take it... I don't stand up for myself... Why?!?
gmdl12 · Thu Oct 27, 2011 @ 11:52pm · 2 Comments |