the untreated mental illness

My whole life I felt like I was child looking for a hand to hold. Like I am lost and scared in a crowd and despertly searching for the mother I never find. Then I just begin to pray that anybody will find me and take me home and help threw all the hurt and tears inside. So scared desperate and alone I begin to hold out my hand trying to grab a hand any hand so I don't have to be alone anymore. Some grab me but as soon as they take my hand they let go others may take me a little further on my way but still at some point give up and let go. No one seems to take me very far and even those take me for awhile I still seem to be back lost in the crowd again. This poor child begins to think no one wants him and begins thinking he is a mistake. He tries again but each hand that grabs his only is temporary and never stays. The poor child begins to cry and wonder why he was made so unloveable that no one wants him. The child begins to sob because all he ever wanted is to be loved and held but instead all he ever found was the pain of rejection and heartache. The years move on the child has now grown up into a cold world alone and never able to find the love that they craved. Spending a lifetime hoping the next hand that held thiers would lead them home but that hand never came. So frustrated and confused our child figures they have had enough and they find their rest at last. When they are found they are tagged as nameless and their story and tragedy go untold.

Reviews

[rastachucker]

The only thing is I wrote this tired so that is what I have to go back and fix

[rastachucker]

Not bad for a piece I wrote without any real sleep in 24 hours