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A teary eyed child looked into the eyes of their molester
And wished for death
A brown eyed child fingered his ribs and ignored the rumbling of his belly
And wished for food
An overweight child stabbed his hand, blocking the taunts of others
And wished for acceptance
Tell me, what do you wish for...
A soldier fought with his last breath, watching his comrades die
And wished for peace
A Muslim tried to run away from the people who thrashed him
And wished for equality
A nurse watched another baby die of cholera, haunting her sleep
And wished for clean water
A prostitute cried as she watched an executive pay for her body
And wished for an education
Tell me again, what do you really wish for...
A mother holds her daughter's hand as she dies of cancer, smiling
And wished for mercy
A son hates when his parents argue, and ignore his existence
And wished for love
A step daughter runs away from home with blood running down her legs
And wished for innocence
A cousin orphaned shifts from relative to relative, always rejected
And wished for family
A sister , held the frail little hands, now so pale by death
And wished for life
A father looks at this rich star, the man who murdered his family
And wished for justice
Tell me do you need your wish?
And wished for death
A brown eyed child fingered his ribs and ignored the rumbling of his belly
And wished for food
An overweight child stabbed his hand, blocking the taunts of others
And wished for acceptance
Tell me, what do you wish for...
A soldier fought with his last breath, watching his comrades die
And wished for peace
A Muslim tried to run away from the people who thrashed him
And wished for equality
A nurse watched another baby die of cholera, haunting her sleep
And wished for clean water
A prostitute cried as she watched an executive pay for her body
And wished for an education
Tell me again, what do you really wish for...
A mother holds her daughter's hand as she dies of cancer, smiling
And wished for mercy
A son hates when his parents argue, and ignore his existence
And wished for love
A step daughter runs away from home with blood running down her legs
And wished for innocence
A cousin orphaned shifts from relative to relative, always rejected
And wished for family
A sister , held the frail little hands, now so pale by death
And wished for life
A father looks at this rich star, the man who murdered his family
And wished for justice
Tell me do you need your wish?
Literature
Anxiety
Paranoia consumes my every thought,
and alters it into the worst possible outcome.
A single creak in the floorboard is someone out to get me,
a compliment is just someone's twisted idea of a joke.
If I go to a friends house, I will get sick.
Bad idea.
Better stay home.
I don't understand this question,
if I leave it blank I'll fail,
and failing's bad.
You better know the answer.
Don't leave it blank, stupid.
I'll stay forever trapped in my negative thoughts,
infused with pessimism.
Literature
My Happiness
You used to wrap me up,
envelope me in your warm arms.
You used to cradle me in those arms at night,
and I'd wake up in the morning,
always ready for the day that's coming,
always ready to take it on.
What happened to you? Where have you gone?
I miss you, and nothing is quite the same.
I'm cold now,
much colder.
My world is dark now,
much darker.
Did you take the light with you when you left?
Or maybe you didn't leave at all…
Maybe I left you?
I can't remember… it's all blurry.
Those days before the darkness and the cold
are skewed in my murky pond of memories.
I want it back, all of it.
I just want it all back.
Literature
Don't
Don't tell me to get over it
As though that took so little wit
Contempt in your rolling eyes
Primacy poorly disguised
Don't order me to suck it up
For I drink from a bitter cup
You ask why I can't just 'move on'
But all my forward thrust is gone
Don't say that it's just a phase,
I still can't see past this maze.
The little fissure those eyes see
A chasm meant to swallow me
Don't claim that you can empathize
It reeks of haughtiness and lies
And all your pretty banal words
Swirl around like feral birds
You seem sure that their pecking
Makes my mind so much tougher
But that which doesn't kill
Will only make me suffer
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Its not what you expected from the title, but for the 
's prompt...
Its an idea that just came to me, and I wrote it .
Then I revised some of it. Yet I don't know if its the best as it is.
Any criticism, comment is greatly appreciated.
And reality..makes you think like this, not experience, not pessimism, just the harsh, brutal facts of reality.
Oh and I was wondering, if a warning is needed for this. Please tell me so I can edit it.
Specifically I was wondering as to how effective this style of writing is to get across my point and if so can you tell me what the point is?
's prompt...Its an idea that just came to me, and I wrote it .
Then I revised some of it. Yet I don't know if its the best as it is.
Any criticism, comment is greatly appreciated.
And reality..makes you think like this, not experience, not pessimism, just the harsh, brutal facts of reality.
Oh and I was wondering, if a warning is needed for this. Please tell me so I can edit it.
Specifically I was wondering as to how effective this style of writing is to get across my point and if so can you tell me what the point is?
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And the thing is even though you know someone else has it worse you can't make your own pain go away.
I've always felt sorta ashamed really but just because someone else has it worse doesn't mean that I don't hurt.
Anyway random ramblings over, I love this I think it's written well.
As a side note, it reminds me of the song Hosea's wife by Brooke Fraser
I've always felt sorta ashamed really but just because someone else has it worse doesn't mean that I don't hurt.
Anyway random ramblings over, I love this I think it's written well.
As a side note, it reminds me of the song Hosea's wife by Brooke Fraser