Autobiography

My deepest inner pinings thrown away. You didn't care about them. You said mean words that made me cry. While you stood there and laughed like you just made a funny joke. I couldn't see what you found so funny. I am unloved and alone, less cared about than before. Horrible migraines pound my head relentlessly. The stress and pressure squeeze in from all sides. Emotional knives thrown like daggers to my chest. Trying to pierce the wall of solid ice clamped around my heart. Icy fingertips that massage the pulse. Forcing life into a freezing organ, unwilling to work on it’s own. Blind to the lights, something doesn’t feel right. My cries for help go unnoticed, get carried away by the fright. Hidden from the night, I'm scared of the dark. Shocked by new revelations. Sadly, I am comforted by an old, familiar pain. Dull now, after to many years of torment. Take it away and I would only be a shell, lost in the cold. Alone in my nightmare, I can almost forgot, it isn't a nightmare, Just my life…