The Story From A Broken Mind
I did not get what I wanted, I never do. I guess somewhere in my head I have convinced myself if I wish for it long enough it will come to be. It will never come to be.
I remember being a little child 10ish in age waking up in the morning of Christmas and finding nothing.
God why am I bad, what did I do wrong
Why do you let the bad men hurt me?
Do I get nothing because the bad men touch me?
God why do you hate me?