The Doctors Short Stories

I look up in the night sky and i think, what a beauty... the bright stars and the moon light up the cruel world. Such a cruel world, but yet so beautiful. How is that so? How can something so so cruel look so beautiful? i then look at my self. only if....just only if, that light would show on me. nothing...just nothing ...only darkness fills my sole. The hatred and not loving, yet... i ask my self. Why? Why do yest still to care? Why do want to help and protect? Is there still light in me? Am i not yet dead inside? As i look back on my past, i remember, the fear. LET GO!! PLEASE!! LET GO!! GAAAA!!! MY EARS!!! STOP!! NOW!!! HELP! OH GOD HELP ME!111 SOME ONE HELP!!! I hold my head and cry. Why...Why did my mum do that to me. look what she made me in to. i look in a mirror, LOOK AT ME! SHE MADE ME IN A MAD MAN! I cry harder. Heh..... i thought i lost the tears. i decide i look up one last time. Why?