this is a poem about a little girl who is blind. She is my ava but you know minus the ears. XD hope you like~
Forever I have been dead to the world
It's colors and riches barely out of my reach
I have yet to call someone "handsome" or "beautiful"
Useless to them
For being young and helpless
Nothing in my hands are important
Mother and Father deceased
I have no one to call my own
No one to hold me when I cry
I learned to live with myself
My disadvantage
No matter how much death still feels like the better choice
My small heart tattered and torn
Not even time can mend a wound this great
Bleeding from the inside out is the most painful
Hearing giggles in the streets
I wonder what mine sounds like
Is it happy or is it sad?
Can I ever laugh again?
Nothingness to the core
Soul lost when my parents died
Will anyone bring me back?
Can anyone heal something so wounded?
Will anyone even try?
Will anyone ever come to mend me together?
My whimpers in the dark overcome by the howls of night
My frozen body attracts nothing but voltures
My desire to live again brings forth nothing.
Brings forth no one.
Like it? Opinions below please.
Forever I have been dead to the world
It's colors and riches barely out of my reach
I have yet to call someone "handsome" or "beautiful"
Useless to them
For being young and helpless
Nothing in my hands are important
Mother and Father deceased
I have no one to call my own
No one to hold me when I cry
I learned to live with myself
My disadvantage
No matter how much death still feels like the better choice
My small heart tattered and torn
Not even time can mend a wound this great
Bleeding from the inside out is the most painful
Hearing giggles in the streets
I wonder what mine sounds like
Is it happy or is it sad?
Can I ever laugh again?
Nothingness to the core
Soul lost when my parents died
Will anyone bring me back?
Can anyone heal something so wounded?
Will anyone even try?
Will anyone ever come to mend me together?
My whimpers in the dark overcome by the howls of night
My frozen body attracts nothing but voltures
My desire to live again brings forth nothing.
Brings forth no one.
Like it? Opinions below please.