A short story
am I flower? Rooted in ground
While OTHER'S CAN WALK AROUND?!
tell me please, what I should do
CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?
Oh jesus, no one understands so I can only hope that you do
Oh please don't be like them, everyone left, don't leave me too
JESUS WHY CAN'T I STAND OR WALK? WHY AM I STUCK HERE?
Why? Why? WHY?! I see other people walk everyday, while am on a chair
Waiting- for it all end
OH JESUS TELL ME WHY? WHY? WHYYYY? I can only laugh, say am ok, pretend
TELL ME, WHY?-
It hurts, it hurts immensely
It hurts, it hurts, this awful reality
IT HURTS, IT HURTS I FEEL THE ROOTS
BURYING ME ALIVE is this, painful truth
-the child is scared-
-consumed in fear-
-that's when he realized his death was near-
-the roots one by one, held onto him-
-he tries to scream-
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!, PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME
-he says slowly-
Please- any- anybody? Somebody?
-he starts to weep-
-he sobs sadly-
-but sadly, indeed, no one heard his pleas -
-the roots grab a hold of him, pulling him, ripping his shorts and shirt-
-as he's dragged into the earth, consumed in dirt-
-he cries and says-
Jesus, why can no one hear me?
-the roots drag him down, he leaves but not with a frown, he smiles and says-
Goodbye, my dear sister, my only beloved family
-he left the world smiling, after all his hard years-
-all that's left are bits of his wheel chair-
-to this innocent child, the world wasn't fair-
-but he still tried to hold on, to bare-
-until this day, his cries still roam the air-