Scribbles overcome words
Through the internal battle within
Where words are unsafe
And images, they cannot be decoded
So why am I still writing?
Have you ever witnessed the insides of my ravaged soul?
They are damaged beyond repair
No way you piece it back together will ever make it whole again
And yet you continue to try
Why?
Is it so hard to forget what I am,
And move on?
Yes, my actions make you want to puke
They disgust you
Like nothing else
And when it comes down to it
Your god says
That it they morally wrong
So you will try repetitively
To change the last thing I have left
Until I am a sack
Of nothingness
That does only your will
And gods biding
For the rest of my life
Is that what you want?
I know it is, whether you acknowledge it or not
All you ever asked for was a puppet
To drag around
On silly strings and act proud of
And that isn’t what you got
Is it so terrible that I have a brain?
I’m stubborn, I’m challenging,
I got that all from you
And when I’m gone
There will be nothing you can do.
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Submission Name: Nothing you can do
