8/16/2009

Shattered like Glass

I walk the streets.

I am a child.

My mother is gone,

My father has left

Life is rough.

The streets are worn.

They are stained,

With blood of innocents,

With hope and dreams,

With flesh.

No money,

No food,

No home

No parents

I never saw a happy place

Only the evil of the world

I long to see the world in the light

I long to be away from its back allies

From its cruel damaging exchanges

Drugs

Sex

All for what?

For money,

Dirty money

Sometime the illusions are so real

Life was rough, but no longer

The world I am looking into now is bright

It's clean and unblemished

I smile and take a step forward

This wonderful world vanishes

Replaced with my streets again

There was no light

But there is sound

Screams

Crying

All filled with pain

All belonging to muted to apartment rooms and shady corners

My life is dark

My memories a mass of scars

My soul shattered beyond repair

Shattered

Like glass

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:( i wrote this for a contest at school, a bit more edited but when i though about it this is kinda what i though schuldig's unremembered child hood must have been like :'( poor schu schu

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