just feel like writing despite the fact that no ones listening, and the pen I hold in my hand is blistering. I just felt like scribbling though I know the sun is glistening but I dont want to play outside today. I cant help but wonder even though I know I shouldn't, why is the world so round mummy? I cant help but ask you daddy, though I know you wouldn't, have you ever seen a bullets end? I can't help but cry mummy, though I know my tears are wasted on people who's minds are so poisoned. I cant help but disdain daddy , at the blood they've tasted are there millions of children like me daddy? I cant help but shout aloud, to try and give them sence, why are the children dying mummy? I cant help but hope that one day we'll see the end will this hell ever stop daddy?
