You say you love me.
What a joke.
You say you wold care if I died today.
Such a lie.
I'm already gone, but you haven't even noticed.
A hollow corpse.
Most people say their parents are annoying.
But if something goes wrong, their parents are their salvation.
I used to think that too.
What I felt was but a hoax.
Saviors are angels, but my parents are no such thing.
My life is like a Cinderella story without the happy ending.
Everything I do turns to punishment.
I clean everyday, trying to please my parents, to no avail.
Yelling is their evil little torture.
My siblings are the evil ones.
But do they get what they deserve?
One could only dream of a miracle like that.
The older ones do nothing but play around town, while I am forced to do my "chores".
Once in a lifetime I am free from my prison cell, but almost all the days of happiness are dead.
I decay in front of your eyes, but you can't see.
My true salvation is of the arts.
The gentle, sweet, liquid sound that is My Chemical Romance.
The picturesque ways of stories and books.
The soft hum in the back of my mind when I finish the last detail of my feelings on canvas.
That is when I truly feel free.
But when you take part of that succulent salvation away from me, I am trapped.
During those times my friends comfort my pained chest.
I wish it could end.
To take it away would be a dream come true.
But dreams never come true.
Will you finally save me, or watch me burn to ashes?
Either way is better than this living Hell.