The scream filled the day light. It was only the start of the morning and every little thing began in this time. There was no rest for the hurtful words and more the curses that was never supposed to be said.
It was a everyday thing but was I used to it by now/ After nearly 10 years of my life. I am, but I can’t still say I'm used to it by now.
You can never get used to it, never. It like a wound after wound. When you finally think that it was stopped but no they came crashing like a god knows what and strike the wounded, broken pace time and again.
Am I worthy? No, I'm not, I'm worthless have been hearing from the day I understood the word, worthless
Am I useful? Haha it will never be attached to my name never. My name will always be attached to, useless.
People would probably think no say “a child is an innocent creature” but who would have guessed this was never true. An innocent child was in the past but now every child has its own difficulty.
There are things that surround them that used to be only the adult difficulty. But it’s every one now.
Sophistication is a daily thing, thought of wildness is now a minute thing and the thought no carving of blood is now, seconds thought.
The beauty of blood is a crave, that can’t be exhausted by a small amount. You need a pool of it. Can't never think of it in other way than a simple common thing. Loving the sight of the drops that splash in the white tile. Loving the sight of it spread to create a beautiful art, A bloody art.
