A NOBODY!WORTHLESS! HIDEOUS! STUPID! FAT!
DISGUSTING! IRRELEVANT!
THE SCREAMING… IT WON'T STOP,
MAKE IT STOP!
THE BURNING… IT HURTS,
HELP ME!
EVERYTHING INSIDE HURTS,
PLEASE SAVE ME!
ITS DARK IN HERE,
WHY IS IT SO DARK,
I CAN’T FIND THE LIGHT,
PLEASE COME BACK TO ME!
IT’S SO COLD IN HERE
I FEEL SO NUMB, I CAN’T FEEL MY BODY,
I FEEL NOTHING AT ALL TOWARDS THE PHYSICAL PAIN,
PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!
I CANT FEEL ANYTHING BUT IT STILL HURTS SO MUCH
WHY CAN'T YOU HELP ME!
YOU SAID YOU WOULD PROTECT ME
WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME!
YOU HURT ME!
YOU KILLED ME!
NOW THAT I'M GONE WHO ARE YOU?
A MURDERER?
NO!
YOU ARE AN ASSASSIN!
YOU KILL IN RETURN FOR PRIASE AND REASSURANCE!
REASSURANCE FOR YOURSELF AND THE OTHERS AROUND YOU,
SO THAT YOU! CAN BE ACCEPTED
BUT IN TRUTH, I WAS THE ONE WHO ACCEPTED THE REAL! YOU
AND WHAT DO I GET IN RETURN?
AN ENDLESS SCREAMING, BURNING, COLD, DARKNESS THAT CONSUMED ME WHOLE!
AND THAT IS WHAT REALLY KILLED ME!
NOT EVERYONE ELSE
YOU!
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Denisse Lizeth
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