My Torture...

One more day, one more torture to our little girl, me.
 Doesn't matter the hour, the day or what she doing, your only question, what is in your mind is: ''how did I get here?''
 Much people don't know the meaning of word torture. Not all people lived this word in your meaning more agonyzing when need just one footstep in false to fall down in the madness... And the desire of death is infinitely big to ignore it!
 The most of people don't know who is by your side. This is because nobody want know if that people are unhappy or lonely and just need a friend or someone to talk...
 And then people just care about what she is dressing, or how she is weird... They just don't understand how we suffer... it hurts..
 They let us there on the edge of madness..just suffering and no love... alone... and then is so hard to get back... oh, how would good get back and feel part of world again...
 ... my daily torment...
 My biggest dream is run away from here... run and don't look back... come back the place where I came from, an world out of this horrible place, where people love live and live happy with others, with no descrimination and wars...
 Maybe this is my problem... have the desire of a best world when we know that it is impossible .. because we need all people for this and is no everybody that have this desire, or they can have this desire, but is no everyone that make this real, we need collaboration... when the world will think about that?
 Well, me and others like me will keep sufferin at the day that all the world will decide change...
 (sorry for the english... I don't speak this language)
infelizmenteeu infelizmenteeu
18-21, F
May 9, 2012