Such a small world.
Such hash cruel people we find.
People who we would rather get away from rather than hurt.
Anger the emotion in my heart and chest in rage.
Butterflies turn into vicious tigers and lions.
You no longer help me get through, you turn the msot beautiful tthings in my eyes into dead flowers.
Nothing to me.
Nothing to anyone.
You turn the sars into fires, the lights into darkness, into my mind you will find no room for your rage for I have my own.
My own, I scream and yell and cry and fight but I am still screaming.
Away.
You dont give me rage, its what you did.
The way you turned the most beautiful animals into such evil...