Life is a punishment.

I try to cry,
that's all there is left to do.
My eyes burn.
My heart collapses.

I curl up into a ball.
I pull the covers over so I can go into the darkness.
I try to speak, but I can't.

For I have no voice.
For once I wish someone could speak for me.
I have sight and I can hear.
But whats the point of those if I can't sing along with a song.
Whats the point if I can't describe what I see.

I hoped you would see that I have no voice.
For you to ask if Im OK.
So I could write it down with a poem, as I do now.
Every poem I write has a message for someone.
All you have to do is read.

You never listened so can you at least read?
Read what I feel for I said it more than I can imagine.
You thought I was joking and it was a game.
Well its not.

Life is the punishment we get for our future sins.