manuscriptx
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Standing on my hands and knees, loud and angry, 'How could life mean anything to me?’ whimsical responses notwithstanding. I feel the love within, that I, myself am alone that is enough to care. Like breaking my back I have withstood every emotional outburst there is to have, and yet I still go on. Why is that? Lightning scares me; rolling eyes ridicule and torture an already tired soul. The dagger sits on a glass table calling to me. 'Use it.' My father had her by the neck rolling on the ground as I was eleven. If he didn't use it then, why should I now? Vanilla milkshakes always give me a calming and soothing effect, a taste like winter snowflakes. Using all that is necessary to drive a hindering rainstorm out of my mind. Beating the drums of an evil horse that said 'You can't out run me, you can't out think me, stay under my feet nigger.'
Who was I to disagree? I was a soft whimpering creampuff full of tears. All I wanted was happiness; all I wanted was freedom and fun. Nope. She beat me, she bled me, and she made me feel worse than any nightmare combined. I wanted to and would have killed. If it were not, as I say with a sniffle. If it were not for his bound concubine glory, I would have. 'You can't come with us.' ‘We can't afford it.' Frustratingly numb and yet calm still to this day will reach out and grab me by the shoulder saying, 'hey, it's alright, who are you to disagree...'
Who was I to disagree? I was a soft whimpering creampuff full of tears. All I wanted was happiness; all I wanted was freedom and fun. Nope. She beat me, she bled me, and she made me feel worse than any nightmare combined. I wanted to and would have killed. If it were not, as I say with a sniffle. If it were not for his bound concubine glory, I would have. 'You can't come with us.' ‘We can't afford it.' Frustratingly numb and yet calm still to this day will reach out and grab me by the shoulder saying, 'hey, it's alright, who are you to disagree...'