Heaven

And then there were two.

Those two had power of the things i would never have.

I was 

Wonky,

Deformed,

Forgotten.

Nothing like them.

1 had beautiful hair, that of a princess.

She was the queen of all the school.

2 was her companion.

He spread the news,

He would always kiss her cheek.

No one wants to kiss my cheek. 

Not mom.

Not dad.

Not anyone.

I’m all alone,

In my own bubble;

Stashed away for good.

But my bubble was see through,

So they could all see me.

And point. 

All the pointing and laughing will become to much,

One day.

But who will stop it,

No one knows.

Maybe death will come and sweep me off my feet to a land only the 

Old,

Sick,

And unwanted goes.

Am I unwanted?

And then there was 2 left. 

He didn’t see it coming.

Maybe he will join me someday.

In my home.

The land that death swept me off to.

Where only the

Old,

Sick,

Unwanted,

And misread people go.

My home.

Heaven.

allstar

OH

13 years old

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