The Burning Wish
I lived all my life in this small cell.. Without a wish I could tell..
You said you care but you do not, you requested my wishes to rot..
My body looks okay, nothing special, my soul is made to obey, anti-social..
I wish you could see beyond.. the shallowness with what your eyes respond..
invisible, is the pain I'm carrying with me.. Imbecile, is the way you want me to be..
Big is the urge to transfer the two different kinds of pain..
Sick is the core of my soul with neverending hate to obtain.
Well secured by walls of sadness, is the person that noone cherish's..
I hate everything about you.. From the mind to your bodies..from jackets to shoes.
I know you can't but I'd rather you could, see the scars, see the things you should..
Whenever it hurts, it's because of my head, whatever I tell you, I never get my rest..
You can't see it, you don't believe it, that's what you leave me with..
I was sick, because of you.. I have been suffering, stuff you will never go through..
All the things I told you.. they were all lies.. in your eyes..
I'am worthless to you, not more than a scrub.
I have no clue, I feel like the wolfs next cub..
I want you to read this poem, to understand who I'am.
I want you to see I'am the one, you used to slam..
I want you to feel the way I feel, atleast for a little while..
You will see I kneel, and leave with this unknown file..
My last wish which will be fulfilled, is for you to feel, the pain that got me killed..
~@~J.W.~@~
01.09.2009