Impossible Dream
My dream is surely impossible like the title says. In side I wish to be free from all the violence that is played on the outside. I wish to be safe, and freed from the others that haunt me. I am taunted by their faces. Which are hideously de-formed. The thought scares me in which I must cry, and I try not to but it is so difficult not to. It is so hard not to feel anything I wish to feel. Like the touch of a flower, or a babies skin. It only makes my heart darker than it ever was before. Each day I am happy on the outside but on the inside my heart has been growing darker. Millions of thorns have grown on my heart. It is so sad to see that a part of me is missing. I can’t do much but then to tell you I’m sorry for causing you so much pain, on asking for my freedom. You have my key to freedom, without it I shall never be free to do as I wish. Its very cold where I live. I can barely breathe all I wish for is for someone to kiss me softly, to hold me till I finish crying, and to love me until I can breathe no longer. If I cannot get the key then I would rather die, because that is the only other door to my freedom. In heaven I shall meet our god. And live him forever. My soul will finally rest in peace. I will be happy, and never again shall there be a tear on my face. Because I will be with god and with god we will live on like there’s no tomorrow. My heaven will be different. It will rain everyday when it grows dark, and when there is light I will play with the lions and their cubs, and be apart of there family and share their freedom. Death is the only other way for me to be happy and for me to stop crying over them. The ones that pretend to love me, but in return the get a funeral from me.
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