My heart has been shattered. It’s in a million pieces on the floor.
My dreams have been slaughtered and I’m doomed to a half-life of pain and misery. You’ve brought me into this cruel world and your lack of remorse is a dagger to my soul.
I can’t reach the bench.
My anger burns with the fire of a thousand suns. Rage fills my limbs until I’m a puppet of hate. There is no justice or mercy in this house of horror.
The knife is on the bench.
This tragedy has rendered me lame so that I can do nothing but lie on the floor and wail through this pain.
Grief howls through my body as I mourn my freedom, my rights, my joy; stripped from me in an act of pure evil.
The knife on the bench is so close, but yet so far.
If only someone could understand my pain. The absolute agony of being denied something you truly, truly need.
That knife is my happiness and you took my happiness away. You moved the knife so I couldn’t reach it. Why don’t you want me to experience joy and laughter in my life? What have I done to deserve this?
I see a glimpse of my life ahead and it is a nightmare of thwarted dreams and crushed cheer. I will never smile again….
Oh a puppy! Hehehehehe!!
Thud, 19 months old
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