My soul hated me. It hated the things I did. I tried to push it aside but it gave me no rest. With each passing day it tried a little harder to rip it's way out of me.
At night as I tried to sleep I could hear it's pleads for release. "Why do you keep me?" it would cry. "You nether care for me nor feed me. You live your life as though I don't exist."
I would only close my eyes tighter a push it farther inside me. "I'll live my life the way I want to!" I'd tell it. "I don't want to live it for any one or anything else. I don't care want happens to you in the end."
My soul would cry at my words and tear at my heart. "Please don't do the things you do. Please stop."
It gave me no peace. It's voice drove me mad with each passing day. "Please care for me. You need me." My soul gave me no choice. I had to be rid of it. So I did.
I took it out of me.Thought it sreamed and tor at my flesh, I got rid of it. My skin still bares the scares of where it's small hands had tried to cling to me. But I ripped it away and placed it where I no can longer hear its cries.
I am now free. Free to do as I want, go where I want, be with the people I want to be with. It will never be able to jugde me again for the things I do!
However, the peace I was seeking is not there. I still can't sleep...the space where it once lived, cried, and pleaded haunts my insides. My heart bleeds from where I ripped it away. I'm lost. I have no soul to keep me. No soul to love me, to care for me, to feed me. I plead for it at night. I ask it to forgive me, but it won't come back. I killed it.
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