Morals

This is one of the possible outcomes for Rachel. Enjoy!

A Broken Soul

Mommy? Where are you?
When I was little
You promised me
Never
To let them hurt me
When I was small and weak
So young
In body and soul
You promised to help me thourgh life.
But now
As my very soul
Is
Torn apart
You stand there
And smile.
Daddy? I know you love me.
So why
As I wonder about all I held sacred
Do you stand far away?
Why is my life
Being torn apart
At it's very
Essance
My soul
My conscience
Why
Do all my friends and family
Run away?
Am I that much a killer
That my life itself bleeds
From my heart?
Am I a psycho?
Please, Tobias
Help me
Help me

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