Trash
Everything we are told as a child is true, me for example.
Trash
Soulless
Everything they told me is true
Why should you think any different
All my life has been nothing but pain and I honestly think I deserved it
I deserved the pain when I was young is a constant reminder that I will always be nothing
I will only be trash
Because who could love something that is only a bringer of pain
I only give what I was always given as a child
The whipping
The beating
I had it coming
I could have stopped it but what was the point
Why stop what you brought upon yourself
I will always be nothing more then trash
I will always be reminded of it
I can never do anything right when I was young
And it has not changed
I will go to Hell
But honestly what is Hell but something of the mind
Something we trick ourselves into thinking is bad
If Hell is of the mind
I go there every time I close my eye
And there is no saving me from a pain that is written down in stone
I will die with no love for no one can love the soulless.
I often sit in wonder,
I know my life is good now, I have my wife and maybe someday children
But one day they will leave me because they will see me for what I am
Trash
They will put me on the curb like everyone else
Or be like those who cant
And just pretend to love me
Just because they have pity for me.
I know I cant become anything in this world
I may go to school or work at a job but its so I can feel like im doing something
But I know it will be for nothing
Because how can nothing have something?
You may read this and criticize me,
He is strange
He is weird.
I am who I am because of what happen.
Until you understand that, I don’t need you pity.
I don’t need people to remind me I’m trash.
I already know.
Copyright © Evan Nelson | Year Posted 2011
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