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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